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Wrung Poems - Poems about Wrung


Premium Member Wrung Betwixt the Sky and Sea
Blue on blue a sandwich of the sky and sea clutching on jealously to the distant horizon. They both join hands, laugh, and emit their features, creatures and apparitions. Streaming towards you like they're on washing machine wringer rollers, one spinning out and up the other, spinning out and down, painting the scene blue on blue, silk-screened. Seagulls soar. Flying fish leap. Dolphins hobby-horse. Fishes flip, flop and swim. Clouds billow and wallow along. Waves rush...

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Categories: wrung, blue, day, sea, sky,
Form: Free verse
Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy
Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy Which lame excuse I exclaimed, when my dear old mom asked rather told me in her scolding voice to tidy up my bedroom, cuz this son of a gun intuited neatening (organizing) one infinitesimal corner of the cosmos, (a veritable pinpoint of nothingness - our house at blank address) hence an excellent reason as lamely iterated...

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Categories: wrung, 7th grade, abuse, anxiety,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Wrung Out
Hortense was an Opera singer, Who thought she was a humdinger. Every breath that she took, Screamed like a strangulated chook, The audience put Hortense through the wringer....

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Categories: wrung, 10th grade,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Clear As Bell, Wrung
Bell peeled, wrung out, a clean skin, shiny, clear to ring true, has piercing dings that penetrate right through the chaotic din and clatter, insistent with its message sung: Chiming in ...

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Categories: wrung, song, sound,
Form: Ninette
Premium Member Life Mistake Were Many In Silence Wrung
Life Mistake Were Many In Silence Wrung I got married a child and far to young With no life experience, seasons stung Charlatan future sticking out its tongue Pretending life was a concert that swung Son born full piss and vinegar I clung Then one day my prince came when my head hung He sang songs unsung and the chain lock sprung To...

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Categories: wrung, abuse, freedom, metaphor, son,
Form: Monorhyme



Premium Member Wrung Out
Limp as an ignored marionette, the sun has melted all my bones. I've never known such heat before, I've always lived in temperate zones. I'm thirsty but I cannot move to get myself a cooling drink. My sizzled brain can't calculate the distance to the kitchen sink. I need someone to prop me up, someone adept at pulling strings, for by myself I cannot move no...

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Categories: wrung, how i feel,
Form: Light Verse

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