Aftershave Poems - Poems about Aftershave

...I wonder if Pops will lie out in his trademark bell-bottoms—faded denim flares that split the air like his cool, bending time, making room for his strut as if the horizon would yield to his next step......

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...There were so many present today, To pay their respects and To bid you their final farewells. Some expressed grief at your sudden absence, Some took a fond walk down the memory lane. Some left e......

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...Reflections in the glass Your face Appears behind my shoulder So beautiful So pure I gaze upon your every line Expressions change With the background Of a passing life Your eyes close A......

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...To The Tune Of Christmas Wrapping By The Waitresses Damn and blast ! Somethings wrong My dog ran off down the freeway I was away working hard you see And didn't see him get aw......

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...Your shoes by the door, worn soles tracing paths you used to walk - each scuff a story, each crease a memory, quiet but heavy. They sit there, still laced with quiet defiance, a reminder of......

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...Well, you know me? I've always been shy around Gurls I didn't tell my Mom Until I was forty-four The last one I had (no not my Mom) Was in nineteen sixty-four It was a blind date I wore m......

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...I could never really understand Why some women Won’t give me the time of day And seem to look the other way Or I feel like I’m being hunted And I’m their prey I just don't get it. I get so c......

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...We dwelt together, one hand on a door handle. Keeping rooms --- a semi-settled living, parents still squatting in our heads, rent due spaces, red buses passing below or above, according to what......

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...as i look into his eyes, the eyes that used to love me i see nothing but a blank expression as i hear his voice, the voice that used to calm me i hear nothing but a monotone sound as i ......

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...I was first picked up In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts Bearing names of old soldiers. “Draper” draped on an immature frame In a collage of brown and gre......

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...He was circling her building, trying not to look at the curtains. He knew them well. They were the peachy ones on the second floor. Third window over from the edge of the building. His bike was wo......

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...I’m a new style hell's angel I hate motor bykes I tear up the town on my new Souped up electric tryke Burning up the pavements Finding litter bins Ands when no ones looking Putting rubbish ......

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...The Foundation When we went to school aeons ago Christianity and life were easy for a teacher and us. Jesus on his cross and a disappearing act Daniel, fighting ogres and lions. Pupils didn’......

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...He took my hand gently his skin soft velveteen i think he smiled or at least the corner of his mouth arched in synchronicity with his perfectly lined eyebrow as his fingers entwined them selves ......

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...For you were such a gentleman your smile sincere and true For your hair was always in it's place your funniness shone through For the love you had of sport's anything would do football, tenn......

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