Sloppy Poems - Poems about Sloppy

Sloppy hands writing blind, they can’t see but they feel; Tracing cursive letters slowly onto your back, art bleeds from go getters; Sloppy hands writing blind, beauty’s pulled from within; Dreams in abstract phrases grace the poet’s chapbook; Bonfire of heart blazes; Sloppy hands writing blind free every primal thought; Outside the lines and wild aggressive comes alive; Melting into self- styled; Sloppy hands writing blind, at times in a...

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a lopsided asymmetrical haircut is the one for me I want my bangs cut into fierce dagger points straight across and even is boring and bland I am an artist; I like messy, sloppy, haphazard stuff these ways suit me fine in my dress, my surroundings and my man....

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sloppy flimflam man selling inferior wares hes run out of town...

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the writer’s words were shoddy slipshod, shabby, sloppy, sleazy but many readers liked his style his work was elevated by his followers who bought everything that he wrote enjoying it, because they understood it not connoisseurs of literature, but appreciators of familiar, ordinary, common text with uncomplicated characters and familiar plots...

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The birthday cake melted into a sloppy pile Making the old lady give up a rare toothless smile She had told the baker to add starch which he would not do Now the sloppy birthday cake was a river of goo...

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What version do you believe? The story morphs with each phone ring; Rumors are my biggest pet peeve; Have you decided who the villain is yet? Be skeptical of the intel you receive it could have no basis in truth; Misinformation is hard to conceive desperate to trust what you’re hearing; Sloppy mouths with dirt up their sleeve....

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Ate a sandwich with tomato sauce my shirt left stained with a crisscross; Noticed it after the fact no way to put on an act; Sloppy girls gorge food like a boss....

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(Parody of Hickory Dickory Dock) Sloppy, slippery rock The boy ran up the rock. The rock shook once. The boy ran down. Sloppy, slippery rock Sloppy, slippery rock The boy ran up the rock. The rock shook twice. The boy ran down. Sloppy, slippery rock Sloppy, slippery rock The boy ran up the rock. The rock shook thrice. The boy ran down. Sloppy, slippery rock Sloppy, slippery rock The boy ran up...

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There is hope beyond the words Spoken by hearts, afraid and lost In the silent thoughts, the darkness Where doubts cast clouds, shadows Across the sun’s reflections, prayers For sweetest faith restored, the open door To light that silences the turbulence Of a past filled with grief and regret Shame that sucks out all the wealth Wisdom alive beyond the guilt, the distress A life...

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Sloppy Santa spent his Christmas jolly Until in folly he sat on holly Yet Old Saint Nick laughed like a loon. Bright eyes twinkling, his cap did doff Watching a rich eggnog run off With his dear sweet hot cross bun, soon To a damp honeymoon spittoon. Santa saw it, please do not scoff. 12/22/2020...

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When Mr. Joseph Biden talks, he fumbles and stumbles Voters who follow him are starting to grumble Biden seems hopeless, a real no-go Time to label him: 'Sloppy Joe'...

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wine, dine & sixty nine she was dressed to impress that night sporting long vicious hanging fangs that fright we came this far not to turn back now cooling at the bar then chilling in my car soup up body kit & a hot bod that wouldn't quit see back in the day I used...

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Chicken is nice But I enjoy something with a little more spice I looked at my head and I looked at my toe I thought, "Dang I need myself a sloppy joe" I went to Mcdonalds but all they have are burgers and fries I wanted to leave but I really hate goodbyes They came to take my order and I...

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All one desires is A spoonful of love Sealed with a burning Hot sloppy kiss!...

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One might think I've gone crazy, Sure because I act loony. This is far from being lazy T'is neither piquant nor funny. Why reminisce on the life of a friend? When he is out to strife for his ends, I doubt that he ever remember, That we once shared a cucumber. Why stair at his pictures with tears? When he has been...

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