Pome Poems - Poems about Pome

Once there was a young writer whose name unique her name was Poem young and free with her time what would she see, see fit to do she saw a tree as time went by she sat there all the time no one liked her name was so weird and she was more all they...

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As I pull on my socks At the start of each day I notice my feet Seem further away....

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I writ a pome that shocked the teachers Knocked the collars off the preachers Awoke those sleeping in the bleachers Then I wrote another one Made it funny just for fun It ended ‘fore it was begun My pencil, such a heavy weight My lines all crooked, never straight I cast my lines, as wormless bait Then someone said: “I liked your poem” “it took...

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I rited a pome While sitting at home And scratching my dome With a toothless old comb. I tried really hard Out there in the yard To make a neat rhyme But it took too much time. I looked up and down, I searched left and right. I felt like a clown Whose wig was too tight. Then down came the rain And cooled off my brain. My...

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bite of wisdom ...

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I wanted to be famous, So I thought I'd write a pome. Somethin' reely spiritchul, With touching undertones. Somethin' folks would reed about, When I'm dead and gone, And call me poet, artist, bard, And put it in a tome. Them great, big heavy books folks buy, And never reely reed; But if yer in one of them books, Then folks are all agreed, That yer the...

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Pome du jour Rudderless and leaderless we will traverse The seas and the trails Of meter, rhyme schemes and tropes (If we please) And land on Moot Point - somewhere north of San Francisco. The medium is, after all, the message (per Marshall McLuhan) And a poem must need not 'mean' but 'be' (per Archibald McLeish) Hence, loose the bonds of that...

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God bless the counter tenor King of Kings, Lord of Lords Member of my divine Parliament Halos abounding and sounding Of Celestial bliss and perfectude. \Pitching pulchritudinous pitches, Pushing me to transcendence. No God can touch this Nor man bring down. God bless the counter tenor...

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THE POME I wanted to be famous, So I thought I`d write a pome, Somethin`reely spiritchul, With touching undertones. Somethin`folks would reed about, When I`m dead and gone, And call me poet, artist, bard, And put it in a tome. Them great big heavy books folks buy, And never reely reed; But if yer in one of them books, Then folks are all agreed, That yer the...

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All the things i've come to bleed for in the past childhood held hopes that where never ment to last my inosence long since sinned away carrying the crossafix i'll hang from it's my grave but your beleafs be long to you in the end will they hold true when refelcting on the life you've lead and all the tears...

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mermaid pome she is lofty but not out of reach hair is shimmering in waves waking me with her touch almost but not too much she calls out my name wait she says and then she stops to breathe she is my mermaid playing me like the fish i am honey i was still...

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Whiteflowers Poem A Pome for Amarylliss A pome _a heart without a home, finding its way alone no song singing endlessly in time never drinking wine but sober this time righting words in the nite and then writing them on paper that never crinkles sensing smiles in ladies dimples wondering at love. Copyright © 2006...

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Word will not describe world can not hide young man looking in yard for something to do (Oh look) these flowers are funny(purple) they are smell funny(holds it to his nose) Someday I will have a woman like my mother some one to love me a wife? no it will now never be but I tried Oh how I tried but I have something...

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A pome _a heart without a home, finding its way alone no song singing endlessly in time never drinking wine but sober this time righting words in the nite and then writing them on paper that never crinkles sensing smiles in ladies dimples wondering at love....

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