Adlib Poems - Poems about Adlib

...He reassured with a kiss And sorted out The Details Persian Cat and the Humming bird Watches the flowers Swaying in the garde......Read the rest...

...He reassured with a kiss And sorted out The Details Adagio Crescendo was introduced to Fugue Crescendo at a time......Read the rest...

...Using the need to convey and communicate. She spoke to those she reherst as they needed to communicate. the director had been ordered find words to convey and give meaning to the terminology use......Read the rest...

...I portrayed the knave of hearts again, A role it would seem I was made for. I ventured off script and silenced my critics By drinking them under the table. Classically trained in the tavern art......Read the rest...

...Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib, but blubbers like a landlubber at sea treading water donned with bib (that doubles as yellow spongy bobbing life jacket) furiously doing doggy ......Read the rest...

...To regulate sounds force, the wrapping, poor to pour, examination's witness, the Encore . . . as when Conductors take the floor, their base adlib with vibrant blend slows score, or multiplies ......Read the rest...

...Speak to many to adore one whose words makes coupling so that whispers become conversations that nuture wayward and losted souls Recreate the first day you met Marry in the name of Love bend ......Read the rest...

...""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" My street, horseshoe-shaped lucky me! Once worst place, anyone could live, Nigh on everything was adlib. Street's arms pointed north, as should be, ......Read the rest...

...He's on his own. Since his dad adlib Eeriely to his mom. He asphyxiated by the Aura of heart gashing. His garland galed with fury While gate crashing. He ordained ****** to Chicks whee......Read the rest...

...One year I got a shirt with my initials on the pocket, My grandma wanted me to have it instead of a Saturn rocket. Even though what I really wanted was the model of the Apollo ship, My dad h......Read the rest...

...P anic gnaws a little hollow R ight beneath my rib. O ver a deadline my mind stumbles C reating distraction adlib. R ancid are the thoughts of necessity A ccosting my fragile frame; S urely......Read the rest...