4Th Poems - Poems about 4Th

Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo Nonverbal (though he could talk) most of his responses happened to be witnessed as his characteristic and courtesy enigmatic trademark shoulder shrug. If born free and clear today skilled professional diagnosticians employed within the mental health field, would probably unanimously agree he met criteria as high functioning autistic spectrum predicated upon withdrawn and introverted behavior classic...

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Meri aarzoo tadap rahi thi, Tere dil ki ek boond aas ke liye. Nirasha ka kambal lapete hue, Phir bhi asha ke phool khil rahe the....

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aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster causing confusion, consternation and crying distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz luxurious llamas lollygag in the...

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My mind is locked, I feel so low Drowning deep, don't know where to go I search for keys to unlock my brain But thoughts are stuck, driving me insane I wish I could break free from pain But darkness grips, refuses to wane Suicide's not the answer, I know My mind's a mess, feeling lost and slow I see the key, but...

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Tom was not appreciated most of his life; neither was his fiddle. He insisted on having it buried with him, a pillow in the middle. At three a.m. the witching hour, he creates music for the others. The lonely, the forgotten, the sad, the depressed, and the angry mothers. They gather at their gravestones, appreciating the concert of Tom. Last...

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I AM A MOVING SPIRIT OF WELL-BEING DANCING IN THE MELODY OF MY OWN SONG....

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with the monsoon rains, a green June bug came whirring, to our living room~ my smart cat after playing, gulped down this hapless victim. ...

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If I had a marshmallow shooter, I would pelt my friend Her craving for marshmallows would come to an end. These soft squishy sticky sweets would be all over her lawn And stuck to every sweater and dress she tried on I would make sure there were marshmallows in her hair. She would have to take them with her everywhere. I...

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She was an advocate of blood-sucking leeches, my aunt A wish to be tortured, she would gladly and quickly grant Her leeches are ready; they love sucking human blood I would rather jump into a tornado or be carried off in a flood....

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A lady's strength, a force so divine, Empowering others, a heart that shines. In times of need, she stands tall and bold, A voice for justice, her spirit unfold. When abuse strikes, she rises with might, A fellow lady's voice, a beacon in flight. Together they stand, a bond so strong, Fighting for what's right, where they belong. Beyond the kitchen, her potential...

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In Ecuador the delicious ripe bananas are not one color There are yellow, green and red ones according to brother. Which ones are the tastiest? Asked my nosy stepmother. Whichever one you are eating this minute, answered my brother....

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Why don’t geckos sink into the sand Disappearing into the promised land? What saves their Arizona lives? What keeps them up? The flaps in between their toes said my Uncle Hup. I thought he was joking, because he is a funny guy So, I looked it up in my gecko book which was way up high He was exactly right, my...

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The egret was poking along thorough the brush A bull name of King began to get a giant crush The last love interest he had was a tiny blue thrush He offered the egret a bite of his oatmeal mush She declined politely, as had that blue thrush...

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Rainbow birthday girl dressed in her striped socks and shoes of pink She put down her pencils, tossed out her paints and ink. Concentrated on her party, her presents, her guests and such. Many gave her rainbow gifts which she loved very much!...

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Curly haired Carlotta brought her curls onto our bus Filling it up from seat to seat, annoying many of us. Her hair grew an inch every fifteen minutes you see. We could barely speak to each other for it was not wee. These curls went down the aisle and into the seats. Two guys sitting on some of it were...

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