Mumbled Poems - Poems about Mumbled

... It was a cold morning, but stubborn sunlight shone through dusty blinds on condensated windows. Their crystallised effect shimmered on decaying leaves of a dehydrated indoor plant. By chance, I c......Read the rest...

... Written: November 22, 2024 For Contest, Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker ____________________________ Line of inquiry: “on an as is where is bas......Read the rest...

... I could murder a curry, Death mumbled under his voice A Terry Pratchett icon in his fantastic discworld universe Imagination…the inspiration of many This legend awe inspiring… Every book, ever......Read the rest...

...I can’t fit inside this lock I can’t fit inside this sock This hole is not meant for me Body stretching out from me Out of sync Misshapen link Wash the ink out in the sink You went day and I......Read the rest...

...J.J. sat quietly in the library, Thumbing through a stack of books, looking quite contrary— Jack Be Nimble, Jack Sprat, Little Jack Horner, and Jack and Jill, Sifting through, trying not to make n......Read the rest...

...Morning routine still the same Word play is my morning game Waiting on the train to pull up Sipping out my hot cocoa cup Train was full front to back Morning rush was just that The ride w......Read the rest...

...How you feel is not enough, You as this is less than function, Avert the feel, replace with stuff, Or suffer states, disjunction. Comparing scrambled eggs to buzzing locust, To the mumbled min......Read the rest...

...This is the story of Ethel Slater An anarchistic agitator She met her end in feigned humility At a reinforced facility Ethel, no more golden hearted Let me tell you how that started And let ......Read the rest...

... it flew tipping dewed valleys gleeful melodies to each wandering soul aloof in an eloquent crescents daring fold drifting remedies reminiscing star gazed idyllic desires twinkling ......Read the rest...

...Mind is puzzled, heart is heavy, Mouth mumbled, eyes were weary. Worried, curious, “Who is she?” “Oh, she’s the one that got away.” When anxiety hits, everything feels wrong, Unlock the playli......Read the rest...

... Sparks explode on piercing skies, to drown upon a basement of grass. An uzi and more cannons so keenly edged glimmer bright-- soon, real soon the red of blood will run dry. City folks' impr......Read the rest...

...the weather was hot, women were hot, the beer was cool, and I had a few! the food was so good, I gorged a lot, slept with a beauty I hardly knew. the waves roared in and splashed out all night, ......Read the rest...

...Up and down, up and down, up and down I don’t know if I have any more energy for Up and down If the line would flatten I could finally rest A masked woman wearing scrubs Fights my inclinatio......Read the rest...

...I’m wrying to trite poetry, I’m doing it all the day, Wrying to get the turds out, To must jean what I say. Rumtimes the syme hust jappens, Other wimes it’s tierd, And the jeaning is all mumb......Read the rest...

... Her body was that of a wizened crone, her enfeebled mind was that of a child. Playfully, she skipped and jumped rope, and shone, but only in her confused dreams of wild. Her drear some days sof......Read the rest...