Rip Poems - Poems about Rip

Through my years of defiance And lust for reliance I bid the underlying truth within the words 'help me' For whatever shall come of my untimely departure Shall configure to my last forgotten desire Is it my sultry dance that keeps me coming for anew Or is it something to do with my lore Whatever it is, dear reader Only time...

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Alice passed away this week, But it would just be wrong If a Turkey Day went by without Us listening to her song*. For Arlo Guthrie wrote a tale About her restaurant And he started a tradition Which, each year, I always want. We’re sitting in the car, en route To have our special meal And at noon on classic radio, My husband at the wheel, The...

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Before you I drifted at sea. Always afloat, Never anchored. So is the life a sailors' Or pirates' Wife. When the tide went out It left me behind, But you were there To sweep me Off my feet. The day you got caught In the undertow I too started To sink below, Cursed to ebb and flow Eternally as the tides. But anchored to you, I see It was merely a...

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Humble and Blondebee R.I.P. Humble went out with Blondebee and tried to have fun. He wanted to kiss her, but his heart was still young, And he was too shy; she said she didn’t mind. They spent time together and loved to fly. They would hold each other’s hands, And spin through the air together. She was Humble’s first love and He had...

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Cheers to the CME, a carnival fun, Registration sky high, just a pocket - filling run. A meet in the past, where ideas reigned, Now a plot, these days, where pretense is feigned. A hunt for souvenirs by speakers, Goodies sought by eager seekers. Science and commerce join hands, As pharma companies muddle with vital glands. A booming industry,...

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A line of waves begin their run to shore, lifting, rising up and flaring cobra like as if preparing to strike, gliding forward until the shallows down them and they fall, deflating to a withering crawl up the incline of a beach, beaten into tiny bubbles that burst harmless at my feet. I am safe here beyond the lethal reach of waves and water where,...

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constant brain feed constant feed my brain constantly in my brain I am in my brain my brain is continually going off and on, on I own brain flutters I claim brain stutters my brain is cross-wired In confusion I am mired My brain waves experimental mic drop!!...

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Rip my heart out Belated for you, just for you, heart loved you But my heart is here, take a slice, enjoy; you A love suffering, gone out of you, can yours? Oh, heavy emotions, don’t torture me. It’s pain Yeah, leave me pain, will yours, just like cake Take a heart, yours, it mine, can you find? It? Love you, loved...

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After a long, long snooze, Rip Van Winkle Woke with a start, his duds all a-wrinkle Said he, a bit dotty "Quick! Bring me a potty I'm in need of a humongous tinkle!"...

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I read that RIP could also mean Return if Possible, I am such a fan of the impossible. I can imagine the night you took flight, Soaring up to the sky so bright. Fleeing from the pressure and pain, Finally free, and you finally feel sane. Up to the arms of those who left us, Surrounding you and making a fuss. You glanced...

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"If we would need a boy for prom and someone would ask us-" "I wouldn't accept him" "But I didn't even mention his name. I meant everybody, who it might be." "Yeah, I am just saying" Sigh...

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Bob Newhart… hope you find a good part for your expression of deadpan in heaven since you kicked the can Bob Newhart… perhaps I meant the bucket, ye old fart made new in your stellar light debut Bob Newhart… Your a little elf in the queue, start your cloud nine life without Big Bang strife Bob Newhart… you know how Sheldon would outsmart Professor Proton bring him back from beyond...

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The muse is buried in the mire Its flaming pages now expire Its passion’s fled Is the muse dead Or trying to light another fire ...

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WILD CAT, RIP IT APART ONCE AGAIN Been a while I tasted it raw Taste of a living flesh full of blood My claws are itchy Craving to rip off the furs and pounce on the flesh My fangs and rusty Need be oiled by the drippings Mouth drooling the hunger is as large as...

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Woodsman on a prowl Sneaking around like an owl Noticing innocents getting a fright Watchman you are a good knight Defending partiers in a plight Battling a monster in a murderous fight Erich you guarded them all Despite the rainfall Where thunder clapped Lightning snapped Spotlighting your heroic stage Heralded by the girls maturing in age...

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