Dribbling Poems - Poems about Dribbling

... Trump Derangement Syndrome and Hoya Paranoia* Both reside in Washington D.C. both designed to annoy ya _______________________________ *The Georgetown University ......

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...FOOTBALL IS A POET (Inspired by barrister lanre badmus) Football is indeed a poet Fans actually stake bet. For their favorite team, Hopefully achieving their dreams. It is a package of pas......

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...Banks did not burst, just a dribbling bladder of river leaked into our back yards. It drooled over damp roots, seeped into groundhog holes, into ditches, where winter debris had already washe......

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...The rain - when it comes; It brings out the poet in me! Bathing peaches and garden plums, Tapping the leaves in the backyard tree! The Mizzle and mist, the drizzle and fog Sodden the silent, l......

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... Humpty Dumpty was in fact a selfish king. A narcissist with a harem of women, many who were under the age of sixteen. He was quite large and disfigured, due to his royal ancestors marrying siblings......

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...A pair of doves preen and prim, for the Night is almost done. And perched on their favored limb; they await the rising sun. As Sol rises from below, darkness slowly fades away. And as......

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...A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte specified such so as to issue a rhyme, but proceeded as this scribe didst git linkedin with the cutting crew, mow or less......

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...It’s going to snow tonight. It seems the brick shoulders of Elm Street will ooze, like watery eggnog, with a light snow tonight and we’re twitching with delight. The vibes of it are too much and s......

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... Journey Journal Page OLDE SJI BRAS BASAH ROAD, 1971 By Leon Enriquez Morning Glory Florals on a fence Violet blooms beauty Plain in sparkling sense Olde school field By Bras Basah......

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... Think my jollies are starting to return Told you they wouldn't stay away long Not those kind of jollies, naughty people Thought you might get me wrong You people, you really should be......

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... Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed. - Robert H. Schuller Luscious crimson, amber, falling Trembling on branches, perfect y......

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...My crimson scribbles; there is no meaning, there is no feeling, and there will be no healing, not today at least… Horizontal, never vertical for some reason. I cannot explain, though reasoning is ......

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...Papa’s not here For we had hunger to fear- He took his backpack And never came back. Mama’s gone too- Drunk she got -nothing I could do The money she forgot. School mister? Then what about......

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...I Hear the bouncing of the balls-- Basketballs! What a sound of merriment they cause when each ball falls! How they echo, echo, echo, Inside the gymnasium walls, Arriving at a crescendo......

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...Walking through the dappled forest, my mind reveled in its magnificence The first thing I noticed was the shadowed silence; it was self-empowering. More relaxing than a power nap. A large shadow fl......

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