Soggy Poems - Poems about Soggy

Sometimes back, I used to be... A role without a model, a student without success, Where “sounds great” was a phrase I struggled to express. But sometimes back, I used to be... A star in my childhood memory, Chasing dreams without courage, not quite brave, not quite free. Sometimes back, I used to be... Lovable, tangled with awkward unity, Where harmonious smiles lifted...

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newspaper is wet front porch scattered with wet leaves water marked windows...

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His pants were quite dry when he got 'em His classmates just laughed when they caught him A wet widening stain And it sure wasn't rain Now it's way too easy to spot him ...

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Don't you just hate soggy bread It falls apart in your hand I should just use toast instead I think you all understand It stands up to mayo better The crunch it makes sounds so nice Until of course it gets wetter Then you might need another slice...

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The seas today were not a short, sharp chop but were syrupy soggy soft like black treacle, clinging to the hull like on a spoon, clutching and sticky. Warily I sailed on, aware of the tenuous tug and drag of deception in the compliant welcoming. I, as an alien in the wetness of sea, knew that the warm softness of...

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unceasing, unstoppable a force of nature, this rain the sun no sooner pops out here come the clouds and my hopes are dashed again wretched, muddy, soggy trails far too slippery to hike a day that I regretted winter’s constant rain is what I most dislike ---------- An Endecha, in quatrains of 7x:7a:7x:11a, intended to be a lament or a "sad song that...

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there is no breathing allowed i am now dead she is now gone familiarity is now a pungent puke provider there are no heartbeats allowed i am now dead she is now gone normalcy is now a free bleeder on some bright carpet there is no life allowed i am now dead she is now gone change is now the cum stains that smells like left...

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When I was fifteen I had a soggy heart “Paint what it feels like” So I painted my heart, dripping in sorrow The cheap acrylic paint left their printer paper as soggy as the heart I had made I’m twenty now, and the poeticism has vanished I don’t feel melancholy I feel like sh*t...

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It was easy to see who had the most eyes Attached to her chest so abundantly sized In this contest She had the best She quite easily garnered the... booby prize Note: please click on soup's "auto punctuate" feature if you feel so moved;-)...

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Had a dream last night, you could say it was wet Fell headlong in a pool while playing the clarinet Kept playing underwater Received much applausers Got out, and in my pocket was some soggy cigarettes © Jack Ellison 2015...

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The sun rises on the distant horizon Sending rays through gray clouds Tinging them to a somber cobalt Waiting to shine red and proud The sound waves vibrate from crickets As they rub their hind legs They have double-fold in numbers Spread like whisky bootleg_ The fog drapes its long tenacles Across the hill and vale It coats all the trees, shrubs, and homes Spreads across...

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The upright straight road is clear That may seems strait long road to the blind mind The soggy soul wants to stay in the cool shadow To eat and fart! Having pipe dream to win back! To have a good time, I see I see me....

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the newspaper knocks dew covered grass soaks my socks exiting my box...

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the rain is tapping the window tap tap taapp the rain pating the roof pat pat ppaatt like a gazillion violins violas & cellos our very own orchestra,for free. by,ehlana lingerfelt...

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early Saturday morning I wake up to coffee brewing and cartoons blaring making my way into the kitchen I hear Looney Toons from the living room and the shower running I quietly enter the bathroom smiling and undressing to surprise you pulling back the shower curtain with the Technicolor duckies I find our son in full snorkeling gear desperately trying to sink an entire box of Cheerios embarrassed I grab my robe and head...

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