Mimed Poems - Poems about Mimed

...A needle nose pliers, polished like glass, damp with tears and sweat, but not from rote plumbing leaks, needed a good buffing at the Dust Rag Camp. It slow-waltzed across the street where no one s......Read the rest...

...I knew a mime who was ever silent One of the many who were licensed Hit his toe doing his act Felt so much pain that he quacked The city took away his mime license Yes! knew th......Read the rest...

...I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece; I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece. So beloved was this art ca......Read the rest...

...Time Changed Words Olden days Days so golden Golden then Then not at all All wish them so So wished away Away in time Time was quite lost Lost daydream style Style your hair Hair style i......Read the rest...

...Gone now is all reason, as if she needed any more A princess awakens lonely, just like in days of yore Her prince left much earlier, through a gargoyled secret door, Its passage led to lower......Read the rest...

...I see you in your innocence. In the rain you sat and banged your drums and mimed your song. Your smile was pure enjoyment. Of loving life that had really just begun. You caught me as your head tur......Read the rest...

...My perception of God never does anything accidently he’s mistake free no debates/ He has a conception for everything he creates or how he intakes and crates/ Every person was designed with a purpo......Read the rest...

...Mysterious Mumbo micron meanders most monochrome mornings Merry Mickey monster makes mentionable mackerel marmalade Michigans maleficent mayor maimed Mrs.Maryjane May Marlow Mumbling meager monarc......Read the rest...

...The Captain had a penny whistle Which he wore around his neck And he played it every morning As the crew danced on the deck. Sometimes it was a Hornpipe Sometimes a Palais Glide As the crew da......Read the rest...

...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaki......Read the rest...

...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaking finge......Read the rest...

...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaking finge......Read the rest...

...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaking finge......Read the rest...

...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaking finge......Read the rest...

...S/he wonders why when we breathe in our left sides feel right mind dominant when our rights inside feel LeftBrain capital deviated, Dysfunctional disappointing disharmonious sad and lonely......Read the rest...