Liking Poems - Poems about Liking

I'm turning old ,older Liking no longer Still ,I'm getting older.. My age increasing it's number I'm liking it, no longer Still ,increasing it's number.. I'm turning old,older.. Situations looks scary No body looks as mother Mary Linking it,no longer Still .I'm getting old,older.. Children reaching their teenage.. Myself loosing my lovely,loving age.. I'm liking it,no longer Still I'm turning old,older......

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great potential being presidential quite essential people we have known will never act fully grown whole world wants for own often plagiarize which is what we realize likes to fantasize has poor grammar sometimes is known to stammer lover of glamor Anyone that you know of? can create a plan then put up with when you can bad things be sure to ban...

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At 13 years of age, a pamphlet Showed up in my home. My mother bought it, not to be The subject of a poem. It was intended to explain (A lecture would be worse) The facts of menstruation, Often called the “woman’s curse.” Modess, a manufacturer Of sanitary pads, Produced the booklet; it cost Just a quarter; they made scads. The title always bothered me, For what would...

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Uncle Jim encountered a prostitute Southwest of the city of Institute He paid his money, She called him "honey," But then discovered him much too hirsute. written July 3, 2021...

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K-een E-yes K-indly I-nterpret D-enotation A-s R-eader U-ses W-ise A-ptitude L-iterally L-iking A-crostic Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Effervescentess as the flowers are crying As the wind blows through the valleys The grass is moving dancing in the breeze so are the flowers Clouds bump each other producing rain the rain showers Over gust abandoned nest of the droplets of tears From the angels eyes from their face they're crying Woe is me,...

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Rolling back Reeling in laughter Reliving phases Thus revealing faces she slides through phases places Placing faces To deaden places Creating an illusion Of bizarre cases She Mastered the lines As she dance the puppets Taking crunchy chunks From each suspenseful moments Reaching for their minds While touring their heads Transcending their hopes With vivid visions Thus transporting lives  to fading...

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A chipmunk fell under my spell today. I am magnificent, so of course, it was not totally unexpected, plus chipmunks have always been attracted to me. She immediately recognized me as a mystical, magical, Komodo dragon, and she wanted to tell her relatives, for she liked being the first with the news. You know the type. I could have none...

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Love is of the soul… Like… is a personal thing… Love is family ...

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I-‘m L-iking Y-our N-ame Topic: Birthday of Ilyn Villamor (April 9) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Red#1 Unofficial Entry #2 7-23-11 (Side note: I'll just write here since no what will I pay for that premium membership lol As you can tell from the date, I've written this long ago. I've been contemplating whether or not to join poetrysoup for a while now. I should've joined earlier. Now I have hundreds to share. Well enjoy my...

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I was set in my ways Downed café au-laits In a den of privacy. Though pain from a jilt Still throbbed to the hilt A regrettable history. With no delusions Of future effusions I cherished my liberty. And tried to avoid With every fibroid That lost road to misery. Yet a sneaky charmer Found cracks in my armor Ensnaring me unwary. It was only a glance A pure happen-stance No intentionality. But a...

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As I got to know you, I grew to like you more than expected, I guess it was the way you were to me, I felt protected. I was comfortable in your arms, the way you caressed me, I knew of no harm. The way you gave a listening ear and the way you knew...

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My favorite time of the day Is when the moon hugs the sun Waiting on the Ice -cream truck to come Coins "jing-"a"-lingin""' In my blue jeans Fitted loosely When it's not so hot All you gotta do is run when you need a cool breeze So happy with soul magic The little girls are dancing in the street 'cause there is no traffic Little...

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