"drib" poems
Dish on it gwib
**** on my bib
From the bib dribbled a slibular fib
A glandular ****
A rugged soghard
A pish-po-dish get it wet
Pish po dib, gwib, flib
flippy pippy whip slick
The tick slipped wicked from the slippy drib
Michael Jordan basketball
New Kix,
Box of
Got it three-ninety-nine in the aisle
Put it on the box of it did it
Why didn't I do it?
Did it.
Sock hard the block guard
The twiss'ed grits
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
Slipping through the cracks
Melting into puddles
Drip drab dribbling down
Inbetween and runny sides
Egg yolk brains being fried
Long thoughts shorten
Shortening thrown in eyes
Swinging wildly and blind
Borrow some eyes
If you dont mind
Drib drap dribbly
Slippery in the cracks
Of these dusty sidewalks
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
Rain wells in soft eyes,
Droplets drib by the windows,
My lips on her cheek.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
Fluorescent
drib drab
cut out flip
flop flip flop
Think 'til ya can't stop but
it's just too bright in here
It's just look around look around
from inside those tinted windows
Those glasses framed
with and without conformity
Because who needs the every day cut and dry fantasy of the just gotta get by to get by
Get high and stay low
fly south to stay warm
spinning wheels squeek and
pinch squinch ear drum skins like a
fire that's too hot for
the hide and
snap!
Take it back to your earliest childhood memory and smell the flowers in the backyard.
It sounds a little like drizzle drizzle water from the fluffy fluffy clouds but -
Don't you ignore me, you little punk!
Move along, move along, get in the car
And drive -
We're gone and never coming back
Step forward step forward n' step back -
Look around, listen...
See if you can hear the trees glisten
Listen for the motion of the ocean and
You've been here before
but it's much different
because you've stepped forward
and stepped forward before so be forward
Be a becoming
Become and
come back to Me
come back to where it all starts
More words or less words
Either forward or just lack the words
Even with none, the essence is in your eyes
It's in the tingling
of the muscles in your smile
as you speak and as you don't
It's in the electric branches that crackle up through the soles of your feet when you stand still in happy soil
happy soil
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
Oh, unknown chimera
you've ingrown
into my soul
like an inside out follicle
and you've got me burnin
like the Sahara sans aloe vera.
In vino veritas, in aquas sanitas.
And you know how much water there is to go around in the Sahara, so let's drink this fine wine
at least this time, and
let's find the rhyme that
shifts the paradigm.
Lovers do tell,
what's your bother,
whose your very own belle?
It seems you've turned over your shell and are moreover well-done than a sundried brick after church on sunny Sunday.
And you haven't even
given it a tried and true lick.
Cigarette smoke, ash, and flick.
You only dribbled a little spit, **** I see. Your dumb tongue stung was my B? Sorry. I guess you won't bother to taste the salt.
Drib drab, drib drab
rub it in my peeling scabs.
Oh my dank dab lung shank,
that's simply ab-fab. Really, at the same time it's everyone's fault and no one's at all. Brick wall fall and
I can't even remember what happened, but I can still remember how it felt...
Well, a nice solid wind and my ******* sails flew. Gotta loosen my belt if I'm gonna gobble up all of your insensitivities.
You can apologize more than a slimy politician, but even a marsh of muculent mucus could make me feel better than you did.
Throw out the key.
I'll leave my door locked, but you're a steel toe boot in the door with eyes sewn shut and I'm a stepped on tail with a high pitch yelp.
Oh my god, I'm so sorry!! Pet. Pet. Pet.
Leave me alone.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Over and over again I
Lacerate my index across,
Flipping page after page
Trying to catch up to the
Part of this story where
You are, or where I think
You may be, and every time
I smear just a drib of my
Blood over the edges and leave
A trail I leave a bookmark
For when I'm reminiscing
And ruminating of the words
That could have filled the
Otherwise blank pages and given
Substance to our tacit exchanges.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Drib drab dribble
Ripe years I'm starting to scribble
Shaky fingers
Not to nimble
Ripe skin
I'm now In limbo
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Drib drab syntax;
don’t follow what you’ve been taught.
Dreams flow delicate, and words follow suit.
Precedents only compliment,
the things that should go wrong.
Calamities may seem tragedies,
without the softness of time.
Don’t listen to the music;
you’ll only define your mind.
If you don’t like what’s hidden,
then don’t let it be true.
See the goodness of intention,
notice the sorrow of the action.
Hear the wisdom of ignorance,
See the colour of the dark,
hear the song of the mundane,
know the heart of the timid,
list the parts that make up nothing,
feel the touch of empty space.
Know the difference between a skipped heartbeat,
and the love that takes its place.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Rain wells in soft eyes,
Droplets drib by the windows,
My lips on her cheek.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
*Aşk Diye
It's a Turkish song
it's beautifully written
with such appealing letters
that slowly beat, drib drab
this shady shape heart
which echoed thru'
all these rearin'
veins.*
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Rain wells in soft eyes,
Droplets drib by the windows,
My lips on her cheek.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
Rain wells in soft eyes,
Droplets drib by the windows,
My lips on her cheek.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 6:18 PM UTC