Songy Poems - Poems about Songy

... * Content Warning: this poem touches on physical/emotional abuse* ~ “dabble, dabble roiling to rabble toes in the water bow lips babble” smirk......Read the rest...

...I’ve been remembering dreams lately. I don’t know why. I dreamed I had a conversation with God last night. We’d finished moving into the university residential dorm - this dream was ripped, direc......Read the rest...

...saw the old lady’s china pattern drawn on the floor a line of crazy if you asked me, but what do I know? Did he mean he would commit suicide or is it something to say? Where is his grandma any......Read the rest...

...‘tap, tap, tap’ your petite knuckles gently attacking my door - I envision their French-painted nails dancing in the shine of the hallway light like a row of bishops bowing to the Pope (your......Read the rest...

...Walked a wooded trail, suddenly unsure of my surroundings, wondered had I'd become lost.. only a moment disconcerted, as dusk grew nearer. I went over an old river crossed by an even older brid......Read the rest...

...Oh, you did not know Mrs. Klondike said. Haughty, uppity, not nice in the least. The festival has been moved and renamed. The Aprillstica has been re-named? No way! I was horrified, shocked. ......Read the rest...

...I unconditionally love the eutony heard by my soul when I hear certain words. zing, zip, zeal, zest, zealot, zipper, and z, are particular favorites, for several sing-songy reasons, slithering in......Read the rest...

...Foreword... Of two commonly used pronunciations, this poem uses Dippla-doe-cous. Originally written as a singy songy thingy to the tune of Supercalifragilistcexpealidocious. ......Read the rest...

...She’s coming! Mom said this in a sing-songy way. She knew that my twin and I were fascinated with Florence, she was like our new toy. We had been afraid of her for years due to her wizen face......Read the rest...

...Tweets, chirps, pops, whistles Pure sing-songy prettiness Bird Sanctuary......Read the rest...

...I walked into my school at noon one day, straight from a bland boring counseling meeting and no one was there. No receptionist, no secretary, no nurse, no vice principal, no custodian, oh, where wer......Read the rest...

...Twelve days of sleep deprivation has thrown Aunt Zee into full blown manic. And it did not help that a young cute female doctor who was trying to please, wanted her to get to drive to Omaha for ......Read the rest...

...Every morning at a quarter to six, I can hear my he him trotting down the hallway to the bed where I lay, shriveled up under my weighted blanket, so fat and un-tall. There’s a part of me that should......Read the rest...

...Ticky Bicky Boo Licky Mickey Moo I'm in love with you Little Tsuki Tsu. Chicky Dicky Doo Ricky Nicky Nu Close your lips with glue Kiss a kangaroo. Tricky Picky Poo Quicky Hicky Hoo I'll......Read the rest...

...The depths of my soul are too shallow. The fruits of my labor grew fallow. A sing songy rhyme in three quarter time. Is all that this poem has to show. But what can a free thinking fellow. Do......Read the rest...