Squish Poems - Poems about Squish

...Corrupt my thoughts, place out of sight Onwards I march without troubles March march march, it's all fine Panic as it turns out it's not fine at all Attempt to ......Read More

... There it lay, lovely loose ooze on my path. Black, sticky, stinky mud with aftermath. I knew the feeling as feet slither in As I grinned and grimaced with chagrin. Squelch, squish, slurp, spl......Read More

... Slick it down with wax It fits a crook Tho' it could also be a circus-master's look Let it grow long, wooly and wild It's an over-age, curly-haired child's Squis......Read More

...Woke up this morning What can I say? It's not starting out My very best day Already stubbed my toe And just hit my head And I haven't even gotten All the way outta bed! But Yah, When it's......Read More

... (This is the image of a semi urban city of India) The glow of a late Autumn Sunset, Gleams over the dense city streets. Rushing wheels and honking horns, Halt awhile for the traffic signs. ......Read More

...The Little Fish That Could Once there was a little fish, Who wanted to be big, not small and squish. She dreamed of swimming with the big fish crowd, And seeing the world from way up high and......Read More

... Mellifluous chirps and tweets woke me up. Heavy sloth still but got out from my suite. Dew pearls rested on glowing petals, yu......Read More

... On a warm, bright, sun-soaked golden dawn, a green, slimy, crawly worm woke up, eagerly burst out from his snug abode, opened tiny googly eyes, mesmerized! He didn't know where his darli......Read More

...Reduced to nonsense and gibberish Unable to think; the brain’s gone squish Dissolved into a puddle of drool A muttering, stuttering dazed old fool. Diminished capacity all can see Sadly, not Bid......Read More

...To predict the weather do we need a meteorologist? Not here, although this method by some is dismissed Maybe not so scientific but time tested and long lasting Welcome to the prairies and pig sple......Read More

... We raised our sights in the autumn season, brilliant and vivacious shades, full of life. Vivid crimson, scarlet, rust, and yellow rife, The maple trees in the grove praised the regio......Read More

...I woke when dawn peeked through my window. Started pacing the floor back and forth, to and fro, waiting for daylight to get to the blackberry patch, intending to pick the ripe ones as my first bat......Read More

... Ho hum, the doldrums: I twiddle my thumbs and scratch my bum. I bumble ‘round, and when I’m done, I murmur, mumble, humph and hum. <......Read More

...She showed me her bicycle With considerable pride The wheels were red With specks of black in-between Handle bars in bottle green As she sped away, little did She know the bicycle was carved ......Read More

...Soft squish of boots, gurgling footprints following a plodding tread. The riverbed speaks as it enters the mud writes also, a drainage of rivulets cursively signs the rivers name over and over......Read More