"munchkin" poems
The perfect night,
Full of light, not flight--
With dreams of olives!
(And feta in our sights!)
The drinks,
The dancing,
Rock n' Roll--
Naked Munchkin fantasy
Stole my soul!
I miss you my sweets,
It's been too long a week.
I'm pining for Cookout,
Divergent, and Wednesdays wearing Pink.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
** Flashback **
**One day when I was younger,
I was asked what I wanted to be,
When I grew up;
By my mother. **
*I said:
'When I grow up mummy,
I want to be a beautician!'
She said:
'Well munchkin,
Why do you want to be a beautician?'
I replied:
'Mummy?
Isn't it obvious??'
Mummy asked quizzically:
'No, honey,
What's obvious'
'Mummy, I want to be a beautician,
So I can help people,
Make them look beautiful.
Even if I'm not and no one will love me,
I still want other people to be beautiful and happy.' I said in a 'duh' tone of voice.
'Baby daddy loves you and-' she started but I cut her off.
'No mummy! He thinks that I'm ugly and useless! I heard him on the phone! Mummy I know he left because of me!' I started sobbing.
'No baby, you aren't useless and ugly. I will always be here for you and I will always love you. Daddy was just so stupid he doesn't know what he's talking about.' She coed.
I started to calm down but made her promise 'Mummy will you promise me something please?'
'Sure bubba, whatever you want.' She said calmly.
'Mummy, will you pinky promise me that you will always love me and never leave me?' I asked, suddenly nervous.
'Of course I will baby. I will never ever leave you!' She then took my pinky and promised. *
** 2 years later **
I sat in my room sobbing. How was I supposed to look after my brother and me by myself?
** She broke her promise ** was the only thought running through my mind.
She left me and my brother to fend for ourselves. No mother. No father.
She left us for another man.
One I now hated.
She left us for God.
She was ...
** dead **
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
"There's nothing you can do that I haven't already done to myself."
I can dance naked to MSI if I really want to.
I really do want to.
That song awakens my inner stripper.
I'm making a tattoo appointment for this week.
Going to get a semicolon on my suicide scar so I never forget,
That I was once a dumb teenager
Who had more courage than I do right this second.
It makes me panic to think that they don't call english muffins
English muffins in England.
Two types of muffins?
Who would've thought?
It gives me anxiety.
My computer keeps translating all my pages into Polish.
Nie wiem nic.
Strange thing, but I don't mind.
I need more coffee,
Possibly *****
But most likely coffee.
Jacob is going through a new phase,
And I will wonder if it'll last a few more months,
Till he turns four.
"You can't do that"
"Aaaaactually..... I can."
Aaaaaactually you can't munchkin.
But you keep reminding me you're not a munchkin,
You're a boy.
Silly boy.
Silly me.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Sweet-heart,
pumpkin
munchkin,
beautiful.
"Yes,yes, it's so very lovely."
She slowly says;
as her fingertips dances across the wooden table.
"Now, hush those alarmed and worried eyes."
"But somehow,
when your lips speak
every syllable
of
my name;
it's like a lost and forgotten
piece of me
returned."
"Oh really?"
And like a full stop to a sentence,
he gives a
kiss
on
her crimson cheek
.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
I need you
To tell me it’s okay. I’m allergic to hay and scarecrows do their job.
Get me high, cheer me up. Let’s go on a trip.
Show me around munchkin town and their residents might lead us to the wizard. We might get stuck in a blizzard but I’ll refuse to let that cold, white powder outshine my shoes. See, I’m done with the blues. You can tickle my sore, ruby red feet. Force out of me a fluttering laugh. We’ll go somewhere over the rainbow and back. Sing me a song and I’ll try to follow along
This yellow brick road.
Pass up each rest stop but you can take me to gift shops. You can buy me a stuffed lion. Unless you’d rather the zoo. I did always need a little spontaneity to live courageously.
But who cares?
I do. Because if I only had a brain, I’d think to grease up my tin friend and give him my… a heart.
There’s a start!
I don’t wanna stop this groove in my heart… I mean… my ruby shoes, but life isn’t all emerald castles, chimney tops, and lemon drops. Over the rainbow there is no *** of gold and behind the green curtain there’s no all-seeing wizard.
Only a selfish leprechaun who sees no further than his own lashes.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
In a tornado of confusion
I was always stuck in Kansas
The tinman had no yellow bricks for me
And the lion, even less
Through emerald tinted spectacles
In a city where we're all the same
The wizard knows us through only applaud
Not through heart or lands we came
I click my heels a hundred times
But home is where the knowing end
The rest become great illusionists
As if the future is their friend
A full circle of whimsical hearts
Being nor a witch, a munchkin or scarecrow
In a labyrinth of smoke and fire
All while my hot air balloon is ready to go
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
Ruffles your hair in the soft of the summer patch, sunbeams cling to you like honey then later cling to my ever growing hopes of happy happy love. silly silly silly winky-dink he bruises you with stains of purple-pink which later fade to yellow like 'le soleil' friction burns will come from 'le soleil' and linger and cling to your chest like an arrow through the heart. heart-throb. you belittle me one too many times doodle-bug.
Rosie roses are nice to fancy and fathom but thorns only puncture pale skin and drain you of your ruby juice until you are nothing but a dusty, hollow skin shell. pale naïve and empty to be filled with dreams, desires and demands as well. hate is not easily boiled in your kitchen kettle water but I think that's a good thing munchkin.
Hold back your disdain bite your tongue crack your teeth and do not repeat what your brain whispered it has been lying to you since the day you were born you silly silly silly... this is a ripping seam in your moonbeam and your emotions begin curdle and to leak out like fish but then you remember crying is okay but **** such salt water back in and say naught. distraught.
At witching hour it will come at you a cold sweat in the night where your fingers tingle and your meat twinkles faces before you with holes for irises. they have been sent to inject mishap and upside down rainbow viruses. when was the last bedtime you had cloudless soul with organic thoughts? oh fleshly girl tip-toe lightly as blood trickles down your ego and melts it away to stardust to form another cheeky doodle-bug munchkin grin
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
"What tempature does love freeze?"
asked the five year old ice scientist.
Her character sheet read: "Mage".
She preferred "Scientist".
In the beginning we said "An Ice Scientist can freeze anything!"
So she asked "How cold?".
Google told us "-300 degrees Celcius".
The Ice Scientist spent the rest of Dungeons and Dragons
discovering the Freezing points
of
"ALL OF THE THINGS!"
"I want to stop the Bard
by freezing the Queens love"
Roll for it.
"Nat 20"
The Queens love freezes.
She refuses the bards advances.
"YES! ...Wait, What tempature?"
70 degrees.
Love may freeze at any tempature.
"At 211.5 Degrees Celsius, Adrenaline Freezes.
Did you know that?
Your heart stops racing,
No more sweat, dry mouth.
The initial fight or flight reaction slows.
you see less red."
"Mom stopped buying Epi-pens;
they're only sold in packs of two,
said she's "Boycotting epinephrines codependency"."
"Adrenaline helps your heart beat!
Did you know that?"
"At 128 degrees celcius Dopamine freezes.
Did you know that?
With desire frozen
no sense of reward
you sleep more, eat more, slip into depression.
You aren't addicted to anything anymore!
unmotivated!
upperless!"
"Mom gave up coffee,
gave up chocolate,
can't even have ***
"Dopamine makes you happy!
Did you know that?"
"At 121 degrees celsius, serotonin freezes.
Your well-being crackles on a car window.
The remaining strands of happiness, form icicles!
You can't regulate your mood,
appetite, or sleep patterns.
You are unpredictable and sick!
Serotonin heals wounds,
did you know that?
with it frozen, the scars you've collected
stay open!"
"At 0 degrees celcius water freezes!
you are made of 50-60% water!
half of your body is FROZEN
at 0 degrees!
Did you know that?"
"At -2 degrees celcius human blood freezes.
Your hands go numb,
like when you have no gloves on?
Then your toes! Arms! legs!"
"I think I would like the numb feeling
being frozen,
like Elsa.
All those tingles are the blood warming up and moving around.
Did you know that?"
I didn't know any of that.
you're very smart.
"Yeah...
...What tempature does Oxygen Freeze?"
Well, munchkin, let's google it.
Oxygen freezes At -218.8 degrees celcius.
"I bet it's hard to breath with no oxygen,
like when we get panic attacks".
Yes munchkin,
our panic attacks
are like a frozen lung.
"Do you think beautiful trees have frozen lungs?"
Do you mean winter trees?
The ones that look like glass ornaments?
"Yes!
the beautiful ones!
Like me!
You said trees breath,
When they're all beautiful
Are they having panic attacks too?"
Some of them.
There's no way to tell them apart.
Remember, Munchkin.
Trees always thaw.
Like the Queens love.
Like my love for you.
It just takes time.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
you touched me.
we came from tupperware and 2 to 3 sets of silverware.
with it i gave worms a home and with you i made fig jam and we put it in a mason jar.
i stared at my milk at your dinner table the way one stares at a speck in the gravel when one tries to balance on one foot,
to help from embarrassing myself in front of your older brother.
i loved him like my own; i loved you like any soul-searching, trampoline-jumping munchkin loves their best friend-
you touched me
as if i could just list off memories and believe that it compensates for our loss
and now i can't do anything more than to brush it off like life,
but that in and of itself makes me want to *****
from tupperware, from textbooks...
to an eternity of unknown nothings and everythings,
you touched me and though i want to believe i've been through it,
though i say i've been through the dinner party irony of havoc, through the tupperware dilemma of sorts,
what faults in this life have i missed,
to help me understand what brought you to jump,
my trampoline companion with a curiosity and endless potential,
with textbooks and tupperware in hand?
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
The feel of the smoldering, hot sun;
beating, beating down on my skin.
So warm that it turns my flesh a rosy-pink
that stings like an open-wound with salt poured into it.
In the distance there are cries of laughter
and the munchkin-like voice of a child.
I can’t decide if they add joy to this wondrous day
or simply ruin the peaceful, innocent beauty of it.
A view of once dead trees is now starting to erupt with color.
I hear two birds quarrelling in the branches.
And then the obnoxious beeping that just ruined my train of thought.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
*I wrote this with poetess extraordinaire Chick George (AKA Jenny). I have absolutely no experience writing sonnets and made a mess of it. She was kind enough to point out a mere 65 errors in my first attempt, making helpful suggestions and re-writing entire sections. If this deserves any praise at all, it is because of her tireless efforts to salvage my little disaster.
Thanks Jenny*
There once lived two midgets in ****** land
Who found a lass lying on a flat stone
Alone upon a beach. The grainy sand
Within their tiny shorts crept, yielding frowns
Of sorts that miniature faces command
And consternation's curses clearly read
On wee lips; eagerly they peeked at things
They'd only dreamt could be. Their visions fed
With silly notions that sometimes appear;
Oz's glory blinding ancient depraved kings.
The fire's wasted logs flaccid with despair
Left to time's inevitable decay
By nature's cruel wit unabashed, laying bare
Small-minded men seen close or far away.
Mar 23, 2011
Mar 23, 2011 at 1:14 AM UTC
I pity the fool who takes pity on me,
Says "Little girl don't get hurt."
I am not some pretty princess,
wearing a sequin skirt.
I've always been the small one,
the meager, shy geek.
I pity the fool who sees this in me,
and finds me tender and weak.
For that is not me.
I pity the fool who takes pity on him,
for his size and not himself.
He is a strong individual,
with his feelings high up on a shelf.
He has always been the short one,
the "Munchkin," if you must.
I pity the fool who will not look past this
and leave the poor boy to dust.
For that is not him.
I pity the fool who takes pity on her,
for her seemingly awful life.
It may have it's dark spots,
but there is always light.
Deep down inside she is unique and daring,
but all of people's harsh words
leave her heart and soul tearing.
She has always been the outcast,
the one too weird for words.
I pity the fool who won't get to know her,
and leave her up high with the birds.
For that is not her.
I Pity The Fool.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
Advanced and Belated my Greetings fare
For the Lone Star Beauty my Summons despite
Having left my Tearful Wantings despair
Then offer it to your Happiness quite
For this Independence judged by your Name
How cool are his Forceps fused into yours,
Nipped your Smile's Edge his Quintessence became
Offered once - twice - then advance into fours
As what any Wise-Stoned Elder would Perscribe
Since Feelings sincere broke the Munchkin's Heart
To lift as the Cross your Saviour subscribe
This One Joy liberate was yours from the Start.
Blessings indeed bill this Sacrosanct Day
Then corral your Fortunes for Candle-Light's Way.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
Some drive big cars,
Brag of deep scars
To prove they have big ******
Some grow goatees,
Axe down huge trees,
Or chew on edible *******
Real men, I've heard, eat Wheaties,
Enjoy lap dance stripteases,
Build towers with their empties,
The bravado is relentless.
Kim Jong Un,
Thinks his long
In his munchkin hands.
He does private battle
With his androgynous name;
While playing with lead soldiers;
Unsheathing a stainless sabre,
Lighting up his candles,
To show he's macho manly.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
Beautiful is not a word I throw around lightly
More than pretty
More than gorgeous
You are absolutely beautiful
I love your munchkin height
Think it's perfect
To hug into you in the middle of the night
I love your precious lips
Think they're perfect
To kiss you as towards you my body tips
I love your delicate figure
Think you're perfect
To **** me with your looks as babe you pulled the trigger
I love your adorable smile
Think that's simply perfect
To melt away my problems as the world dissappears for a while
I love you and you as you
Think you're perfect in each and every way
To make me fall this in love with everything you do
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
Little ball of fury and sass,
The angry violent pacifist
That can always make me smile.
She's unforgettable, you see.
All giggly and adorable,
A fanatic of harry potter and shantanu puns,
She'll growl and come up with witty remarks,
Just as you burst out in a laugh.
And all the while,
Mouthpiece will strike out
And always be there behind the scenes,
Helping everyone out,
Keeping secrets.
She's our crazy, hella rad friend
The one that always makes us laugh in her aura of joy and pure energy,
And still hold all our burdens.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
This is
a poem
to bemoan
that a
munchkin
has died
after
a short
illness
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 8:46 PM UTC
You just cannot deny,
A fallen pain in the eyes of hunger,
One that hurts you to look at,
But feel the truth in you,
The uplifting peace in feeding a child of the streets,
You're what not to him, just feel that.
I've thought for long,
That there wasn't a greater sorrow,
Than to see a dream murdered not once but twice,
But now I've somehow come to realize,
There ain't simpler happiness, than to feel,
Having someone to share those tears in my eyes.
Forsaken were those, I feel,
With no guardian or angel,
To watch over their tiny feet;
But bravery it is, and rewardedly so,
To depend & survive,
On the benevolence of the world,
That so kindly obliges.
To not be loved back, or simply unloved,
Isn't fair, ethereal or humane,
Undoubtedly so..
But to finally be able to heal,
And live on,
Is a miracle in itself.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
"Granny, granny,come look at me."
There was excitement and urgency in my granddaughter 's voice,
I hobbled as fast as I could my cane thumping on the floor.
I stood there inside the door chuckling.
My granddaughter had become me,
She wore a tweed skirt high on the waist,
A white blouse with a high collar and a bow,
On her face she wore one of my specs which she had smeared with a bit of vaseline,
The effect was so that she could not see clearly like me.
She had put some pebbles in her shoes to enable her to hobble ,
Her hair she had combed into a bun.
Lastly she put on white gloves which she explained she had borrowed from my cupboard.
she held a dainty white laced handkerchief.
"How do I look, granny?"
"ME! I laughed.
"You will be the best granny in your school fancy dress party.
Pray, remove the vaseline from the specs or you will fall down,
You can borrow my cane too,
I love you dear munchkin."
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
There once was a munchkin from Oz
Named Phineas Entwhistle Boz.
The Lollipop Guild
Had Phineas killed:
Their reason, they said, was, "Becoz."
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 6:44 AM UTC
$ She said true love doesn't exist $
$ You've lied to me ! $
$ Anne jeered my love $
Haha,come here little Johnny James
Haven't you herd of "Princess tales"?
Remember,"True love never fails".
Maiden Miss Russia lost in her
La la land,
Fell for a prince of Persia,
who promised to take her hand.
They swore,courted,kissed intense,
But the fear of seperation shook them thence.
They still kept their battle on,
Hoping not to see each other forlorn.
$ Did they make it ? $
Haha! My little Johnny,
MR.JAMES -Persia lives with Mrs.James-Russia along with their munchkin little Johnny James..
$ Awww Mommy, I love you $
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
i have finally realized
why
why i stayed
and told you i loved you
again and again
after you ****** me over
again and again
its simply because
when i felt like
i was 25,
you brought me back
down to being 16
when you partied
i stayed home
with a baby
and you were my party
you made me drunk
even if i was drunk on jealousy
it didn't matter
because
i was your princess
i was your munchkin
i was your only one
until i wasn't
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
I am writing to let you know
A reminder to myself
So that all is not lost
A moment to dwell on the past
In a genetically modified era
Its important that you remember
Gods natural creation
Of beautiful nature
Tomatoes are red
Not purple
And watermelons are round
Not square
Snow used to melt
Not disappear
You may never taste a banana
They may become extinct we fear
Selective breeding
Of Munchkin cats
And Blood Parrot Cichlids
That never existed
Hair extensions
False long lashes
Tans that never saw the sun
And talons of nails
Grass has been replicated
And flowers alike
Islands and rivers
Some man made creations
I want you to stay away
And remember
That nature is organic
Genetic and alive
Its authentic and pure
From its original source
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
You are always there... Even when I don't want you to be
Walking either right next to me... or behind me
You know when I'm alone... and need a loving embrace
You knock on my door... demand that I open it... so I can look into your baby face
I have tried rejected the love that you offer, I have tried ignored your company
But you always found a way to make me accept and deal with it...and all so suddenly
When I am in tears or in the midst of abuse...you run and sit beside me
A partner... A friend that sticks closer then a brother... I know you will never abandon or leave..
Your eyes speak words that I know you could never speak..
and you stare at me so heavily, especially when you see me walk away and leave...
Are you bothered that you can't come along?
I can't help but want to turn around.. since this feeling of separation feels so wrong
I have corrected, forgiven, and rebuked you several times... I'd thought you hate me for those times...
But you only grow closer... and become all the more attached to me... which is more then fine
When I sit alone, and try to ignore the atmosphere I live in
You come walking up to me, sometimes bearing gifts or something to share, making me give in
But you always make sure your emotions are clear and made known
I know most of what you go through... I see you so much... how can it be ignored or thrown?
Feeling so locked up and caged? Several stair cases under?
Sometimes you come to me for guidance and comfort.. but I don't know the mind of a boy... but I do wonder...
I'm still here... I miss you so much sometimes whenever I'm away
But I have that glorious image... of you running to me with such a big happy smile. Don't delay!!
Greet me with a kiss on the cheek, or sometimes on the hand
Your such a little fella... but you think of your self to be a proud man
But oh... the boy I love... the boy DOG I love...
The best friend that I need and don't deserve...you came from above
You mean so much to me... I love you my slobbery, fluffy, Pomeranian MUNCHKIN!!!!!!!
What?... Did you think I was talking about a real boy?
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
unlike man with a petition: i prefer to hunch myself to craft a shadow like a crow: rather than kneel... because my "prayer" constitutes a ? rather than an question... i rather stand tall and hunch to inquire, as any inquisitor might... kneeling? worthy of a nation of eagle-worshiping and peasants; bogus-deity-scaffolders; typically with the genesis ex: egypt. i craft a shadow from a strong frame, bowing... i bow before god, rather than kneel, rather than takbir, al-qiyyam, ruku, sujud, julus: is there anyone actually listening to learn? called the "lesser" hand-shake.
make a cameo of me on
the part:
where i don't have
to film it; mmm'kay?
i'm a cyclops,
but i have a third eye that's
missing...
i'm looking,
and i'm looking:
but there's the persistent
third party:
sources.
if only modern technology
didn't give birth
to man's artificial third eye...
people are spotted all around
with their third eyes..
who the **** is going
to blink twice when
the person having blinked...
has blinked?!
i'm happy with two...
keep the third;
i can only be so bothered
to enter the cyclops dimension.
seriously? seriously?!
the ******* sirens singing
chopped your 'ed off or
something?
******* tea-bag worth
of intellect... munchkin
Barabbas.
these days it ought to be
called mathias vs. polyphemus
rather than david vs. goliath...
and to think: the drunk me sees
more clearly than my sober
contemporaries...
that's ******* sad...
sad as sad can be:
without an urn worth of sand
to call crematory ash.
this world is not worth being
attached to, even with the remains of
Roo-m'é.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC