Occasions Poems - Poems about Occasions

A good day there would be little blood A bad day, she could paint the room Though, that was a definite mistake But then again, she was just a beginner Not a virgin as such She was never a virgin The stomach was the best place to cut It was hidden Like the guilt Eating away everyday Birthdays were the worst His special occasion You didn’t bleed...

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those notable occasions away from home overnight must be remembered exceptional times musical concert with friends celebrating your freedom in a strange city alone your first broadway show memorable opening Written December 6, 2022 [adaptation suggested in contest 7-7-5/ 5-7-7/ 7/5/7 syllables]...

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1 ALCOHOL AND POETRY When I put these two elements together, I feast much easily... 2 INFLEXIBLE Stubborn is a difficult person to deal with, especially because usually you don't perceive what they expect ...

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We always eulogize a child on his birth We also eulogize a person on his death On both occasions he is unable to appreciate the praise At birth he is unable to understand the words At death his ears are unresponsive to the sound Why...

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A forenoon mist increased toward absence, whilst every part of listless shadows clears, vibrant October stage thousands of cheers, as columns of trees in theme bring balance. Advents of crimson hints and orange glaze, dew exhaled whispers, upon ousted leaves, the caress of a late summer breeze heaves, pumpkin skies carve a sun unending praise. Harvested fields expose some ready earth, since reticence that...

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November Occasions Yon citrus ejecting shifts blue eyes green sovereign swallowtails feast midst chartreuse range ~0~ ~0~ ~0~ ~0~ ~0~ whilst background pumpkin skies carve...

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Music we love it But with memories of a Far time in our mind !...

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At every festive, grand occasion Not all can join in celebration Their minds beclouded by their sorrow Leave them be, until tomorrow...

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A party is to celebrate one of life's happy occasions A get-together reaches out to folks of diverse persuasion Going out on the town gets us up from our couches Though going out to eat may turn our stomachs to slouches The main thing's we keep busy as we move through life's stages Birthdays, Weddings,...

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I was nothing but a wall flower in my early teens Went to house parties and stood against the wall; watching everybody dance, grooving on the floor, wasn't no fun at all Until my oldest sister taught me how to dance one day She taught me how to do the hustle, she showed me how to do the flashlight Taught me how to...

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Walked in my topsiders Another path of lies and outsiders Sashayed dauntlessly in a setting of acquaintance Laugh, drink, and dance… Forget the stance For every hour’s worth of deceit This lie is my fuel to withstand my emotional defeat A night pumped with intoxication Denial is worth the suffocation. Forced by circumstances I’m living this life with little chances I am expected to feed...

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White potato, Sweet potato, Hot potato, Irish. White, sweet, hot, and Irish.. Spuds for all occasions. We fry'em.We slice'em.We dice'em.We bake'em. We mash'em.We hash'em.We whip'em, then dip'em. I like'em next to my hamburger.French fried. If you're hungry girl? Just give me a call. Bring the knife, the fork, the plate, and you all. We're ready for spuds, and we drink lots of suds. The...

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Today, as I languish in intense intellection, Recalling the former assigned to my course. Questioning why this versified collection, But knowing they arrived by a vital force. Each imparted entities to my well being, perhaps, on occasion, an unbiased voice. Embedding ideas when not clearly seeing, Then leaving me to contemplate my choice. Some tracks were left profoundly inscribed, That the fourth dimension stole...

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She looks in the mirror And the tears rolls down her face The lines she never notice before Are now all over the place She fumbles with a cigarette As she tries to get it light She heard the knock on the door Asking if she’s alright Every one comes up to hugs her There’s not much they can say They just bend...

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An immigrant was walking, walking towards me I said " stop right there!, and observe and see" Where is your taxes and wages you earned? Then again Uncle Sam will never learn Keep em' out this holy country land But who will build this border at hand? Maybe it be Pepe or Maria Or the west indians practicing Santeria And that was very...

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