High Society Poems - Poems about High Society

...I’m a bit of a sensualist. First, let me emphasise emotional resonance, there has to be an emotional base, not just an appreciation of hotness. Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery— ......

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...( A university-life vignette) It’s Saturday morning. Lisa, Leong and I were in the common area, lazing about. “This is what happened to us (Lisa and I) last night.” I said, beginning to e......

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... In those streets of buildings by Frank Lloyd and Corbusier I dreamed of my dry landscape... In those temples of sumptuous mystery, I dreamed of the ......

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...In a crowded room filled with high society, and In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news A lone saxaphone player, playing the blue......

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...that is a high society hat, fine and fierce the dragon said. I hope to have my own gorgeous hat before I am struck dead. This surprised the boy, who we will call little Ted. He called over his hat......

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...I have closed the main gate After that I closed the door Something more to be closed So I closed the window pane All these efforts are insufficient To keep away cousin of worries The past sweet......

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...she is too high society for me with those ruby lips and those fancy clothes He stared at her come hither look She will be my Christmas present, he reflected.......

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...False Friend. Your bull smeared on crystal glass Comes out of your mouth, out of your ass Your high society, hold your pinky high You found the gutter, reaching for the sky Condescending, pa......

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...Food glorious food Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean mean exercising machine gu......

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... I romance you, but you romance the sparkling stone I love you with my heart, but your heart is in the phone I talk to you lovingly, you talk to our little pet Tommy I ask you to cook for ......

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...Au revoir oh perilous freedom... Since pledging my troth to the missus July 25th, 1996 after the comma error punctuated mein kampf with disequilibrium. Ever since the notions of life, liber......

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...He was a violent slasher in a movie, there was no way for him to spook; The murder weapon rather bougie; A psychopath doesn’t frighten easy, when a fear would rise he’d rebuke; He was a violen......

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...Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like had I been born as one of the lucky in life. I question how much different my life would be If I had been born into wealth or high society Wo......

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...I learned what I needed to know about poetry from Shel Silverstein. Poetry does not have to be high society or serious. It can be humorous, common, funny and fun! I love Silverstein's books and hi......

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...I see her very early in the morning daily. She is a young sweeper with blue uniform properly. The street is very clean by her art only. ......

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