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Tumbler Poems - Poems about Tumbler


MY BROTHER AND I
My brother and I, while choosing a name for my nephew, tried hard to think of something unique— something with variety and charm. “Tractor” was the first choice, then came “Tumbler,” and we fell breathless with laughter, comparing impossible things— his eyes to stretching bubblegum. We joked about how his name might sound when he grew older. Laughs and tears rolled down our cheeks. ...

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Categories: tumbler, birth, brother, child, fun,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A tumbler falls
A tumbler falls, consciousness shifts Chakras activated Magnetic breeze our soul uplifts Leaving heart elated Flickers in space reveal manner in which we heal bubbling with zest and zeal Birthing bliss squalls A tumbler falls...

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Categories: tumbler, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Poem of the Home Gnome
Darlene De Beaulieu graciously consented for her poem "Gnomes" to be used by me in this contest. Thank you Darlene! There’s no gnome like the gnome at home. I have a gnome at home alone. Chantilly, Chris, or Charlie - they’re friends for you and me. Your tumbler sweet sure is neat to greet you no matter where is the street, but...

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Categories: tumbler, cute, fantasy, friend, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Pal In a Tumbler
When the world disappoints When your friends let you down When the package’s too small When the aches won’t subside When the suds seem too dull When your choice show gets axed There’s always Bud Light or bourbon on ice Perhaps a Mai Tai Maybe some fine wine Cup of therapy You’ll have a pal in a tumbler That won’t fail you Won’t disappoint Your aide will pick you up off the...

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Categories: tumbler, nostalgia,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Thought Tumbler
Shiny in confines ricocheted thoughts tumble on and emerge as gems....

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Categories: tumbler, imagination, introspection, people,
Form: Senryu



Plastic Tumbler
To fear. To pain. Cheers to all the things that keep our hearts contained. And that wretch in the mirror. "Smiles don't suit you, dear." Apathy's awful, but I wonder if she's right as I stretch my face muscles before bed at night. And I want my life back. I'd die a hundred times over for peonies and pyramids...

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Categories: tumbler, angst, life, sad,
Form: Free verse

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