Advances Poems - Poems about Advances

The widow still in her twenties and tender Can an account of her glamour render: Jesus Christ, just her temporary darling She, sure to later catch a man with pounds sterling! Hers is a prison with loosening chain After six months: The dotted with pains And tolerable don’ts. Even with the longest, a full year Fully bounces back The Pearly...

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O-ne S-cribe C-omposes A-crostic R-egards S-imply I-mplementing L-ine A-s G-reeter A-dvances N-ame Topic: Birthday of Oscar Silagan (November 05) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Distrusted compliments - screech like fingernails across a schoolroom chalkboard. No marked card - dealt from the bottom of the deck - will ever unlock my heart. Avoid the overt - sly Valmont, the skittish game is wise to advances....

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From the way she walks, her heart is clearly on the high side her gracious looks sinks every confidence in so much sand chances have come and gone, he cracks an empty barrel she makes it laborious for an admirer to be single can it be this difficult to mingle and seek consent? His promises of their bliss still came...

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S-cribe H-appily I-nspires E-xcited L-ady A-s P-oet A-dvances N-atal O-ccasion Topic: Birthday of Shiela Pano (January 16) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Your mind speaks of me as a naïve lilly you wear a fake swag, annoying and silly your forwardness I hinder little boy please surrender maybe truly a man but with a willy....

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She's thwarted his advances for bluer skies cat chasing her tail to poking at nothing there why is this such a fail retrieving her blank stare he tries again, his paws grasping thin air his teeth into her jaw for answers to her impair he scowls, then paces to scare purring none the less as his eyes scream and glare at her mandates digress come on what's...

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"...though nothing can bring back the time of splendor in the grass of glory in the flower..." ---Wm. Wordsworth "...in sickness and in health/ 'til death do us part..." Your mortal flesh decays while mental failings mount and I, powerless, mourn your losses, in silent grief -- no slowing of the ravages and time's neglect -- little chance, now, to correct the many errors of the past. I...

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Upon my tiptoes, I gaze through a window, the window of my mind. I pull back the curtain, peer from a partially drawn blind. Before me lay this youthful beauty, perfection in every line, And standing there beside her was the old keeper of all time. He swiftly knelt beside her, and stroked her heaving chest, Carefully caressed every...

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My rotation suffers stagnation when hiding exasperation. Along my lonely arc energies spark elation dark. This hell, corruption's counter spell, balances a core photovoltaic cell: charging me inside, tanning my hide to impel pride. Loyal notions submit to lose emotions to push motions of grim demotions within their cosmic house, a stumbling, sick mouse their potions douse. Showering in fluoride, such memories died, chemically tongue-tied. Demise's tide crests to drive back our poor pack. They attack...

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