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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.

Categories: tumbler, birth, brother, child, fun,
Form: Free verse

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

Categories: tumbler, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme

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

Categories: tumbler, cute, fantasy, friend, fun,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

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

Categories: tumbler, nostalgia,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse

Thought Tumbler

Shiny in confines
ricocheted thoughts tumble on
and emerge as gems.

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

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