Lucy Poems - Poems about Lucy

I had not heard from my friend Lucy for several months She had not responded to the last three texts I sent. I texted her this morning “are you okay?” A typed transcript came back this afternoon. Three months ago she was loading groceries into her car. When she turned to get her purse, it had been stolen from the...

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Lucy’s earthly journey ended and she is now in Pet Heaven, just a mere five years old, but she left a hole the size of the Grand Canyon in the heart of a blue-eyed earth angel. Karyn waited at the big gate for her, arms open wide, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her sister’s, Lulu — her beloved dog — took her final...

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Her skirts lands against her springy step in a pretty way Swirling around her luscious legs with an extra sway She’s an old- fashioned woman, our Linda Lucy May Kay Wearing silky nylon hose nearly every single day Sailors all along the channel and down the bay Will testify to what I have observed and now say Her swishy skirts often...

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In a humble hamlet, not so grim or glum, Lived a goose named Lucy, quite the funny one. With feathers fluffed and waddle wide, she'd roam about, Her honks and hijinks would make the townsfolk shout. Goosey Lucy, with a gait so giggly, Tripping through the town, she'd make the old men wiggly. Her antics were...

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Sprucy Lucy watering blooms As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms Each sprout peaks out toward the sun Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup As she watches kitty act up Picking bright flowers, just for fun Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds Watering each shoot til’ it floods Her friends know she can’t be outdone Rising...

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Foundation of the piece. Mother's play such an integral, important part of a child's early life. And expands into everything else. If you're lucky. This piece is just a simple representation of that lasting legacy. Did your mother leave a secret room in your heart, where she still lives? Title: Lucy (A lone voice whispers) I once held tightly With small arms A white...

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So I have met a beautiful soul. But my past has taken it's toll! ...

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Her name is, Lucy Her twin is Ricky He is green with Envy Because I’ve left him behind There’s no ‘splainin’ to do Nothing more to pursue I just simply knew All I could do was sigh She purrs like a kitten I was totally smitten When my eyes First upon her Did lie My thoughts preoccupied By my diamond in the...

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What a wonder you are! A gift from the universe, The practical one. Always so poised Even when afraid You are your mother’s child Always knowing what you want And getting what you need. Your star will never burn out. In your quest to succeed There was never a question. A friend, a daughter, and more Now a bride, beautiful in lace. My heart swells with pride and...

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Kept her malady a secret from the suiters who were smitten was Lucy Lee. She rapidly dives from insanely happy to a blubbering withering sad little me. Keep it to yourself her parents told her sisters and brothers and often too. They wanted to get her married off, and sent off to Detroit, Miami or Timbuktu. Lucy was an...

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Lucy is down by the old pond again tonight Dancing with her giant rodent by the moonlight They are a truly familiar loving sight To the cattails and stars that gleam so bright It just isn’t the best thing, it is not quite right! Says her grandma, who has always been uptight. Her parents roll their eyes and turn off their...

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Come on over Ted said groovy Lucy For tonight I’m feeling nice and juicy Ted appeared unclothed With assets exposed For the sake of a strawberry smoothie....

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In the Sun gold land of grass Lambs and sheep therest they graze Lucy wandered first in lanes Then she in the meadow gazed Wherest children ran and play By the Grove of willow tree faster than the starry fays To the noisy field she flee Children laugh therest and play It was but a heaven's scene Rarest wonder of the world Was wonder...

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(Charles Philip Arthur George - b. 14 November 1948) I had a cousin called Charles, said Aunty Olive. Nice young man. That's him on our TV. That's not cousin: it's King, said Aunty Lucy. It's King Charles. Now watch it all on this TV. It's a TV, Olive, a TV. It's nineteen fifty-three, isn't it? asked Aunty Olive. I remember Victoria....

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Elsie, Lucy, Olive, this small boy's remarkable old aunts. Oh, how they rubbed their hands. But with glee or sorrow? Or even anger? Elsie had a strict-looking expression - when not rubbing her hands. Lucy wore spectacles that pinched her nose and, oh, had such a thin smile - when not rubbing her hands. Olive seemed serious, often frowning at me - when...

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