Smushed Poems - Poems about Smushed

...A unicorn's horn, tattered and torn, a half eaten Hershey's, 2 crushed candy corn. The tiniest bat wing, mummy's white sling, skeleton's femur, spider web string. Witch’s silk hat, yawn from......Read the rest...

...Chocolate Fanatic's S'mores Summer s'mores - oh so gooey Our new version with Chocolate graham crackers Cocoa marshmallows Dark chocolate squares Smushed sweet treat Yum! 6-2-22 Contest:......Read the rest...

...There are over a million things To do in the name of pleasure. Over a million more that involves Company. The person I could be, The person I’d love to be, Over a million things that could go w......Read the rest...

...Winter’s body is a car boot sale, a mosaic of the seasons and shifts, the breezes and breaths of a year’s footsteps, gone. The battered wheels of a truck, spinning against morning frost, rotate ......Read the rest...

... Your red light betters consider you a black bug on the windshield of life That freedom flight of fancy smushed condition, it don’t spotted glass much matter Just another ghetto pes......Read the rest...

...My mind is at a disarray Why is it a gloomy day I need to ask you a question is I may What part in this life do I play My heart is crushed My time feels rushed My hair has not been brushed ......Read the rest...

...We made a Play Doh pizza (Forming spinach from the green) And I cut out little slices (Cutest ones I've ever seen). Next we patted pancakes, rolled out snakes And to our hearts' content, We s......Read the rest...

...A tornado comes and goes so quick Sometimes revisiting on the same day Air humid, breathing hard and thick Best advice given…get out of its way Sounds like freight train bearing down Deli......Read the rest...

...I thank you, Mother Nature, For you kept the rain at bay So all the kids were in the yard For Henry’s party day. Though clouds looked ready to unload And skies were steely gray, The swing set......Read the rest...

...“Let’s go,” I say, “before I can no longer imagine Sisyphus happy.” I take you from the desolate ruins of your own doing and imagination... before the unfolding days collapse into a single moment. ......Read the rest...

...Echoes By Chuck Keys The park is empty, Littered with broken bottles, Unsightly weeds of irregular lengths, Varying debris and memories of bygone days. ......Read the rest...

...Last week on the road I saw three dead cats run over by cars heads smushed flat. Last week I went to work with a very heavy heart and when I went to leave, my car wouldn't start. Last wee......Read the rest...