Lass Poems - Poems about Lass

...Brief Mane n' Tail shampoo tall (tell) tale Living social amidst crime infested urban jungle bumping uglies cheek to jowl analogous fate being housed in jail escape room of great outdoors ......Read the rest...

...Intriguing hollow log Boyhood, sunshine, smiling Slippery, slimy frog Summer days whiling On undulating grass - Beauty so beguiling Cloudy memories, alas, Y...Read the rest...

... Optimizing hobby moments with zest While indulging in creativity’s flair I do exercise my handcrafting best Producing work of art my soul can share. Delighted, I bask in crocheting bl......Read the rest...

...On being emotionally bankrupt Sentient beings distraught psyche rent asunder courtesy false accusations heated words exchanged like gunfire pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter, a vicious vin......Read the rest...

...Fraught as an extremely socially anxious younger person... hashtagged introvertedness trademark silently exorcised, ostracized, and vilified Impossible mission to resuscitate... a forsaken prom......Read the rest...

...The crispy crusty bread Was as lonely as it gets As handsome as he was He had no bride to wed The crispy crusty bread He tries all that he can But to woo a bride he can't Except the rickety ......Read the rest...

...I had fun brushing the sky, with its impeccable blue, then a sweep here and there of cloud’s silvery lining. A few waffled spots amplified the intensity of hue. Screws lightly driven at the base......Read the rest...

...THIS WAS THEN, THIS IS NOW Pink for a girl; blue for a boy, Was how we dressed our new bundles of joy. It was easy to tell a lass from a fellah, But now we have to dress them in ......Read the rest...

... People anticipated, and waited for the day they could gaze upon my beauty, and that they did. The men adored me, the women admired me, and the children were in awe of me. Everyone loved me! I was......Read the rest...

... My tribute to this favourite poet: A well travelled lass named Adelaide Innovative and never staid, Unmarried,single but no old maid- A short life,latterly full of pain, Her epitaph,the Amer......Read the rest...

...There is a story in the wind Of Mother Nature's son And her retribution For the mad path that he'd begun. Of all her creatures big and small, Just one caused her worry. His intrusion and arr......Read the rest...

...The Haunting of the Moon She comes when the Moon is heavy With wishes from many a maid Who with passionate longing, Their dreams upon it laid She comes when night is warmest In the time o......Read the rest...

...The girl with the looking glass Is walking down the stairs Daintly steps,happy lass A girl with zero cares The girl tumbles down The scene a little sad Knees hurt, torn gown Away goes......Read the rest...

...Are not Irish Eyes always smiling? IN the Blamey at the stone – at the family pub, celebrating life’s cheering, brawling, grinning, deeply etching proud ethnic tone – in the lilt of his sweet......Read the rest...

...Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tapped my keyboard, my eyes bleary As I tried to write a novel that was no bore I looked for inspiration, how to avoid clichés temptation I’d write about rejuv......Read the rest...