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Forty Seven Poems - Poems about Forty Seven


Number forty seven White House occupant against all odds
Number forty seven - White House occupant against all odds... regarding President elect Donald John Trump. As a cruel joke to self, I imagined myself as a Republican for that one glorious day voting for the candidate who clinched the nomination as our next commander in chief and still reeling in the heady years when said unnamed person graced the covers of countless magazines, (especially...

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Categories: forty seven, abuse, america, anger, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member One Hundred and Forty-Seven Days
i feel haunted. not by ghosts but by you. everywhere i turn you are there. sour candies and baby’s breath. pink roses and backwards caps. i am haunted by what you were to me, how it will never be like that again especially. oh to have that erased. would it be a waste to have not...

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Categories: forty seven, goodbye,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Forty Seven Scars
Forty Seven Scars But Who’s Counting Miracle Man 3/11/2023 Forty seven scars, each a telltale sign of some trauma while traveling the highway of life. Each has a story to tell which induces thoughts I’d sooner not recall again. But the mind is a complex thing. Seems visual is connected to recall, which makes my daily shower, sometimes, become show and tell think. Carryover...

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Categories: forty seven, emotions, health, pain, psychological,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Forty Seven Wants To Be Twenty Five
She is forty-seven, but insists on being with our twenty-five-year-olds. I have heard her in the office hallway begging to be invited to things. I will bring a really good present if you invite me to your wedding. I will buy a round of drinks if you let me come to your Friday night deal. How did a person...

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Categories: forty seven, age,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Micro Forty Seven
Paint a blank canvas any way you want, that’s the beauty of changing....

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Categories: forty seven, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse



A Poet of Forty Seven Poems
Which one can muster? now? lines red, blue, black ... in colours oblivions? always same metamorphosis like a shepherd of one sheep who has colours to brush it to consternation if out of one thousand brushes a light to be absorbed may be only forty six and seven or indigo poets are scarce today because nothing succour is honey here safe...

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Categories: forty seven, love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Seething For Forty Seven Years
Her husband’s angry words were like shrapnel, They exploded in her brain. Forgiveness was not easy. He thought it was over. The words kept popping up in her head though. She never fully forgot them. She heard these words every December, She heard them whenever she saw a Santa Claus For he had been dressed as Santa at the...

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Categories: forty seven, anger, divorce, hurt,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Forty Seven Degree Heat Wave
I threw my coat into the back seat because it felt like summer. Forty-seven degrees! A heat wave after the below nine’s we had been having. Let’s go swimming! I yelled to my husband who was still curled up in a blanket. Shivering, because he claimed it was still winter. It’s forty-seven! I screamed. I ran back outside to...

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Categories: forty seven, summer, weather,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Forty-Seven Years
Forty-Seven Years By Franklin Price 12/21/2016 Forty-seven years of marriage And love transitioning I look back on with memories And what true love would bring When we met, began as friends No spousal thoughts were there Had bonding with each other Friendship, to love and care Love with passion to begin Always to feel the touch Anywhere at any time There never was too much As time went by and...

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Categories: forty seven, love,
Form: Rhyme
Forty Seven
At sixty you've spent twenty years in bed And two years of eating when your fifty I've stopped counting the grey hairs on my head My skin is loose and everything's squishy My spine's compressing, causing me to shrink The birthmark on my face, now on my neck Crows feet are one thing, I've got spiders feet One thing after another, I...

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Categories: forty seven, age, body, change, health,
Form: Sonnet
Forty Seven
Each new cast lives life Providing your leg support Becomes its purpose...

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Categories: forty seven, change, imagination, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Forty-Seven Hills
How wonderful! I have just learned there are forty-seven hills in San Francisco. I am doing imaginative leaps... First, I imagine they are all the same size and how that would look on lemon, lined paper. Now I am thinking they go down in equal measure to the ocean, and how I would run down all the way to the cool ocean, dive in, and while I'm swimming, look...

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Categories: forty seven, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Page Forty Seven
Proverbs eighteen twenty two that's how I feel when I think about you, obtaining a gift I didn't deserve and I'm not worthy for, but I guess that's favor no matter what the score looks like God made it possible for you to shine in my life and I'm grateful, thankful for this moment and...

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Categories: forty seven, lovelove,
Form: Romanticism

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