Accent Poems - Poems about Accent

McDugal, the Leprechaun is a gent Mick's wife always says he was Heaven sent He shows respect to women In their praises he's swimmin' They love hearin' his Irish brogue accent...

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can you rework an intention place indicators around it mark it out, say it's different can you do whatever you want somehow, within designated lines become unconstricted all this I ask of a blank page ~ that being where answers lie for the questions of self if already known, would condemn let's not do that those that speak over cradles pre-ordain paths as...

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"Accent u ate d" They did N't say Art Is Tic They Said Aut...

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An accent can change a whole statement A comma can alter the whole meaning A small word can make things different And a smile can enhance sightseeing. An apostrophe can emphasize the beauty Of a place, a noun, a country or a city An atom can destroy our world, nothing Is too teensy to destroy a life or a building. The titanic ship...

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Attracted to his accent and his lean physique, he followed her home when they met on that street. She didn't know his name but it didn't really matter. Those large brown eyes couldn't look any sadder. He spoke in short calculated phrases. Their warm bodies meshed in the dance of the ages.. There are times when words aren't really needed when...

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No accent comes with an ace Or perfect words' tones at place It doesn't assume a good act Or speech determining lie or fact Does it make one wise like ants? Growing impact in their solemn chants Within the sounds; clear twist, breaths fan Bad difference with apt touches, do ban Yet, good ears see purely hints like cat Stressing out the...

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Some flowers trigger memories of home, Lily-of-the-valley is one of those. It's like what color is, to monochrome, beyond the spicy scent of any rose. I link it with natural purity, vanilla, with hints of lemon and spice. Poisonous, it grows in obscurity, sprouting up as spring melts the snow and ice. Lily-of-the-valley works its magic, taking me back to memories of Mum. It is...

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IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent. I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had started to rain. The assistant behind the counter had shiny eyebrows, they were that shiny they looked like plastic leeches and her false eyelashes were that thick it looked like...

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believe it's only make believe believing make believe only it's only make believe. it's only make bell eve! it's only ma, cab? e'leave. it! son; ly! make bell leave. i! t's on lime, ache'belly eve? it's only ma cable; eve? it's on lee, make believe! it's on!!! lee? make believe. aye! t's only mack bell; eve? aye! t'son lie ma; believe! itch only- makebeli; eve? itch...

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his irish accent i could have nodded all night and his smile posted on July 28, 2017...

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The delicious odor of home-baked bread instantly takes me to mum's kitchen door, I'm in heaven, though not a word is said. Kneading the dough, she'd punch it down once more, calling for three risings, she'd give it four. I can never resist that fresh-baked smell, just one whiff and once more, I'm a small boy, there's no smell like it;...

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Southern Accent People in the South their lives have spent, So they can speak with a Southern accent; Found in food, And a family feud; When they died to heaven with them went. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran...

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THAT ACCENT.. Your accent gets me.. it drives me wild! accentuates your sexy wicked style I love the way u say the things u say DAM I could listen to it all night & all day! Perhaps because I'm American our accents so mundane yours is so SEXY my hormones go insane! That voice can go on...

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In France, although it’s nice and warm, there isn’t any fun. The only way to spend your time, is sitting on your bum. The villas there are very scarce they haven’t many shops. You have to travel many miles, through fields of naught but crops. With wine caverns abundant, that’s the way the French have fun. They’ve found a way to elevate, just sitting on their...

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Been in New York when I was young! This accent is so innate in my clever well tongue. You don’t understand how I say things, Guess you’re a stupid one who just so love to sing… Stab me behind my back! Just doing the same in my own rack… Forgive me for being so unique. Can you just copy my same proud...

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