Thelma Poems - Poems about Thelma

It was evening when you went away, I wondered where did you go. While your twin sister was left cooing, and playing with her toes. Come along kids they told us, don’t worry, nothing is wrong. But I saw the tears on their cheeks, as they hurried us along. I heard them say you gave no warning, no crying or gasping for a...

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When I see you I see a rose A flower from God from what you have shown Your hello has that certain style It says “I know you, we can talk a while” We share certain things That brought us together Needless to say it wasn’t the weather If I need to see you It doesn’t take being clever I just open my mouth...

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"Thelma and Leanne" prophecies arrived in dreams that washed across the soul in waves messages were found like code hieroglyphic glitches written on the walls of electric caves by strange poets, some considered witches there, light and dark rapturously co-existed we never slept inside our minds we communed with strange gods always awake we became the starlight in their eyes the words - terribly egregious erupted surreptitious and orgasmic from...

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Thelma Leeson....... is in a nursing home, dementia will take her, and I will recite this at her funeral. Thelma Jane was a Leeson and she was premmie born Size of a sauce bottle to a tent her tiny form Oh thy bathed her in olive oil, good for her premmy skin And mother Eva said to Tom no tent...

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Her knowledge of faith's right in essence, not contrite she spoke with rigors heralding not jarring to incite! On her my trust could lean, a family in-between, I loved her for her fairness sight without a trace of learned respite! I missed her, now and then I'd call her, when I can, when learning of her now demise a sadness helped me realize ~ She'll never come...

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In a secluded part of the old schoolyard, She sits alone,and crying hard. After all, what's a girl of six supposed to do When she believes no one loves Thelma Lou? Alone, next to the phone, on a Friday night; Not a single boyfriend in sight. A week til the prom, and she feels so blue. It's so evident that nobody...

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