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Slush Poems - Poems about Slush


Melting Slush
This morning’s slush is melting From last night’s dust of snow Which, since it wasn’t pelting, Left little trace, although… Some little mounds keep clinging To surfaces of grass, Enough for snowball flinging Before the urge might pass. This weather’s awfully fickle – It almost feels like spring, But it’s more like a tickle, Awaiting winter’s zing. Still, I’m out by the river, Just soaking up the...

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Categories: slush, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Slush surprise
winter's white turns rain puddles fill to brim with slush soggy socks need washed...

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Categories: slush, rain, winter,
Form: Haiku



Premium Member Slush
snow melting slowly drops of water fall from car snow turns into slush...

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Categories: slush, life,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Winter Slush
I watched the snow fall As it grasped the tree branches It left a wonderland here I watched the rain fall As it washed tree branches bare The slush on the ground is deep Heidi Sands 1/13/23 Olaced 4th in The Winter Sedoka Contest. Sponsor: Charles Messina...

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Categories: slush, rain, snow, winter,
Form: Sedoka
Slush Fund
Susan Lawrence wanted to know The life of an old Eskimo He got so excited His igloo ignited And melted away in the snow...

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Categories: slush, humor,
Form: Limerick



Slush Fun
The Chef who jerks off in the soup Speeds up the conversion to poop It adds to the taste But not to the waist Though your chicken noodle may droop...

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Categories: slush, food, humor,
Form: Limerick
Slush
Oh! how we love the Christmas Tree So decorated for all to See The holly too with it’s berries Bright And the snow so crisp and White But not Jack Frost who nips your Nose Or the slush that wets your Toes Nor the wind that burns your Ears And also fills your eyes with Tears Though winter time who is the Best And always stands out from the Rest Yes Santa Claus...

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Categories: slush, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
A Play In Mud
Life filled with a feeling of happiness With dirt, slush, sordidness The cleanliness existing apart From everything else in the yard The ambience of soggy topsoil Feeling so complete thus mindful Not one worry No agony In mud with dandy doggie...

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Categories: slush, happy,
Form: Free verse
Slush
Brown late winter slush Wrapping roads in lukewarm hugs Gloomily cozy...

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Categories: slush, nature,
Form: Haiku
Slush
I'm never really in a rush To traipse through gushy, mushy slush Like that on any city street Where puddles form from melting sleet. The passing traffic sends up sprays Of wetness that's seen better days To splatter on your favorite coat (And splash avoidance seems remote). So in your boots just stride right through And do what all New Yorkers do, Which is to...

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Categories: slush, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Slush Puppy
“ You know; you look like someone else ” Was the first thing she said I never did ask, just who, I reminded her of Say romance fornicated in the guttering of a candle And its flame lay in all the rivulets of melted wax We were the twin coupling of paper straws As we sipped the sweet nectar And...

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Categories: slush, loveme, me,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Slush
Like a mouth full to drooling, the day sucks boots and tires sloshing remnants of Winter debris beside the slush filled paths. Dreary beyond hope of snowballs Dangerous beyond the pristine slip of skate. No possible good emotion can come would dare revel in the mess. With half frozen tears the sky drapes the barren maples striving without hope. Longing for a more lucid...

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Categories: slush, introspection, life, natureday,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Slush Day
(a 7-5 Trochee) Snow falls down; then comes the rain. Wet flakes fall and drown when that rain, like a refrain once again comes down. Then I step onto the street. There's no snow to crush. Mere shoes don't protect one's feet from cold puddled slush! For the "The Doesn't fit" Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman...

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Categories: slush, seasons,
Form: Light Verse
Red Slush
I run through the white Winter snow Running from you You want me to do horrible things With you Trudging through snow Very hard thing to do You shout out my name I keep going A shot is fired I scream It hadn't hit me You call my name Telling me to come back I don't listen To you If I come back You'll hit me You'll make my life even worst Than before Another...

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Categories: slush, deathme, hate, hate, me,
Form: I do not know?

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