4Th Poems - Poems about 4Th

Bumble, the baby bee had the best cradle of all It was carved out of a walnut by his Grandpa Paul It rocked in the wind, gave a gentle little sway Bumble slept inside it cozily, snoring away...

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gnarly snarly wharly harly barley troll when we use his path, he demands a toll When we protest, he hangs us upside down The villagers come by and call us clown gnarly snarly wharly harly barley troll Humiliating us kids is his ultimate goal He is good at it, an expert in fact; I know. He has hung me twice by my...

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If I could catch the stars in a mason jar would it be enough to prove myself? I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be up in space where all of the fireflies reside. They don't care if I'm not good enough. ...

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You joined the Navy. I joined the circus. I was always a clown, and you were always so serious. ...

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I am a circus freak— collar popped, polka dots. You throw apples and boo; I hate all of you too. I’m not bothered, though. One day, I’ll start a revolution and set fire to this whole place. You see me as a freak; I see myself as one of you elites— three-piece suit, walking cane. I’m going to dismantle the aristocracy internally. Join the cause or die. ...

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Among the sky, Among the earth, Among the sand, Among the dirt, Among the sleet, Among the snow— Rests impermanence, our only home. ...

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she was sitting on her bumble bee singing a rumble dumble tumble ditty is that an elf, gnome or a faerie? This was asked by far-sighted Grandma Tee. She is a faerie, said her granddaughter Zee. How do you know? Asked Grandma Tee She has faerie wings, replied little Zee You are so bright! Said Grandma Tee....

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a penny saved is a penny earned adding insult to injury, her love was spurned afraid of his own shadow and against all odds airing his dirty laundry happened to both Todds the all mighty dollar earned by a chip off the old block all talk no action and an axe to grind, said Mrs. McLock barking up the wrong tree...

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We used to play red rover red rover send NAME right over. Send Billy, he’s frilly, his skin’s white as vanilly. Send Jackie, she’s whacky, let’s give her a smacky. We were ruthless in our run, slamming arms, yet full of fun. The game was easy to understand, the person who was named had to run. And try to get...

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Not a Democrat Is democracy good for individual freedom a year when spring sprang early he bought horse and cart and made a living  moving people's rubbish to the town's pit  He was not a man working from 9 to 5 in  a factory where underpaid workers slaved  putting macaroni in tomato sauce, into a tin he had many children, but was not...

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her eyes are blue her thoughts are green she rules with madness the snowball queen heightened anxiety her feelings are keen off with their heads says the snowball queen...

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puffy fluffy is never stuffy loving and cuddly is my fluffy he takes care of my feelings at night I am cherished when I turn out the light we cuddle tightly and huddle down the best of friends in sleeping town our dreams are happy because we are too without him, whatever would I do?...

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Tiddly Widdly Willie Little Winkie Wee Was ever so lovely and kind to little old me I met him when I was living next to the sea I think we were two, but we might have been three Tiddly Widdly Willie Little Winkie Wee was a lopsided dragon with a golden eye you see My best friend forever, I nicknamed him...

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don’t call me a popinjay makes me want to hop away an insult every time said May her face squished up all mean and gray...

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#1 MISSESS AND MR. MOTHER AND BABBY BY: MUÑOZ MACIEL FAMILIA FOREVER LIKE A HEARTS TOUCH FRAGEL BUT DEEP THAT RIPES ME APPART And tears me open AS I KNOW IVE LOST YOU TO THAT OF A WOMEN......... Without a heart TOGETHER OUR SPIRITS CALL...

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