Wring Poems - Poems about Wring

... Written: March 2nd, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wingbeats on warm whisper wavelength wasteland, waves of wasabi writhe with wilting, whimpering, witless wri......Read the rest...

...1980 we began to learn ( about health and safety) Not at every turn.' As the decades went, its demands just grew.' From Those quite acceptable, no one realised the end extent Mind you.' There w......Read the rest...

...Souls borne on wanderlust winds Never their wandering fate rescind. They wander like winds throughout their lives Enslaved to adventure for which they strive. Living life on its razor-thin edge......Read the rest...

...I like to have tea first thing A very sobering thing Give the tea bag a flick For a flavour boost trick Though builders give it a wring......Read the rest...

...In the 50's mom and grand Had that old Maytag™ drum washer It would twist and dance ~ Wiggle N turn Like a baby wobble That old washing machine ~ had a motor almost as big as a Volkswagen......Read the rest...

...Shapes of words wring out Page penned fonts illuminate I break my own heart......Read the rest...

...Language clinically conspires to make the event a reality undeniable, a fait accompli, forcing the mind to use the correct labels. Words wring wounds until they submit and gasp. A lively life ......Read the rest...

...ding-a-ling bump bee bow wow boo thing-a-jing jump me how cow coo wring-a-fing grump free frow how who string-a-ming rump she pow wow foo......Read the rest...

...the sky scatters tear-seeds - diamond-hard shards of stars that jewel his dark water-tomb with crystals of light. The clouds are floating feathers. Now what hand will seize this weeping dove o......Read the rest...

...ZEN DEATH HAIKU III Spring stirs the clouds in the sky's teabowl —Kikusha-ni, loose translation by Michael R. Burch Tonight I saw how the peony crumples in the fire's embers —Katoh Shuhso......Read the rest...

...".... could not stop for death - he kindly stopped for me - the carriage held just ourselves and immortality." Quote by _ Emily Dickinson <>...Read the rest...

...Phooey on sonnets 'bout flowers in spring! Those moldy crotchets are trite and cliché. There's nothing 'bout flowers that makes me sing, Ne'er to my love a bouquet would I bring, She isn't keen o......Read the rest...

...Why do I complicate my life, in a culture of expectations. Overcome by damn frustrations, wasting my future years in strife. Chasing things I don’t want or need, accumulating useless . Is ......Read the rest...

...Book on lap, propped open... ears plugged, feel the gyrations! hark to the beat, the beep!~ follow the bouncing ball dazzling screen – I seek to wring my mind, hang-out in sunlight for dryi......Read the rest...

...high ... up there where the lights shine bright and the bug in your ear sings perfection - the people the adoration the energy - whisper to you like a lover and make you dream of things ......Read the rest...