Fro Poems - Poems about Fro

Sometimes the rain never falls , drowning in the overflow that falls from above Speaking a word or two , something to do about love Why do you even care , about all there is that you couldn't even hear The world rushes madly on by, emerged so deeply in their own private made fear Oh dear One enormous mouth...

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rhythm of the sea waves and tides dance in sync to and fro as one...

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When the Rapture cometh I will bide my time quietly Not to the tremors of past consequences, but to the calamity of their remorse in that inevitable end of sequences I will rise above life matter-of-factually reigning in all I have planted and sown...

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I'm hardly awake and I start to quake. If I should choose to switch on the news, a message of doom deepens my gloom. From delusion to delusion a world in confusion tumbles and stumbles as everything crumbles. Then I see Sally and hope starts to rally. She's only seven and a present from heaven. I then hear a tweet and sorrows retreat. The sight of a dove reminds me of love....

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i'm not a popsicle i'm out of the life cycle and now one with the universe and now for the world of sports we take you to the Himalayas for the outdoor wet blanket covered meditating monk championships and on the other side of the world we go to New York City for who can eat the most hot dogs in the least amount of time but now there's a time out for out on the playing field an orange robed monk has walked up...

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Owls fly back toward the dark, mice follow the talons of an exposing sun. The tramp and scurry of predators and prey passing each other, to-and-fro. At the tree line, a small clearing of calm. Here dawn and night mingle for a moment. Here the fox loses the scent of the rabbit, the thrush goes blind to the worm; only for a moment at a crossroad...

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Smelled of orange, dense wet woods and musk. Piercing bright blue steady eyes Looked up theirs Constrainted gaze upon his joyful face So pleasant and entertaining The Fro with the Negroni His golden poodle alfro welcoming the bright sun Stylish shoes, suits; a well groomed homosapian. He took to the heat by going to the sea And slept in the sand. He's...

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He couldn’t fit his shopping cart And suitcase through the door And screamed at the conductor (Quite a challenge to ignore). Once seated, he spread out and then Removed his socks and shoes. Assessing just how nuts he was, This added to the clues. I glanced his way and sorrily, I somehow caught his eye. He then began describing That the air was awful. Why? The radiation...

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A life of rushing to and fro, Here and there trapped by the clock, Working hard to get things done Day in day out without a stop, Get up late and you’ll miss The bus, the train, or find you’re stuck In a traffic jam, you cannot move, You grit your teeth, you curse your luck, With seconds wasted, minutes gone, You ask yourself...

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Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll Gingerbread Man A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill To Currier and Ives through the white snow Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll Gingerbread Man All deck out from his head to his toes In his best...

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To my Dad... If I could travel to and fro The winds of change would meekly blow And Heaven's Gate, that opened wide Would stay shut tight, Dad at my side Our campfires, when the firelight danced You'd find me safe, wrapped in your glance Upon this path, which trail to take Close by my side, clear choice you'd make And when the future...

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The pendulum sways back and forth man ...

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The light’s velocity Or my mind’s rapidity Is not sufficient for me, To travel into the space, Where, I dump the remains Of my void past, and to get My vivid future while I am On the way back to my life, From that horizon of my love, And to the future, in which, I can spend the rest...

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inspiration makes its own pace decides the form rhythm pause ...

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Fish and ducks and frogs and such that in the water play, swim in and out and all about throughout their fun filled day. Rain or sun no difference make to their gay parade, It's here and there and everywhere to play their life was made. To and fro they seem to go to deep or shallow stay, hurray! hurray! they seem to say each and...

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