Annabelle Poems - Poems about Annabelle

Young Annabelle Lee went off to see if she could find some posies in her pretty dress, hair in a mess, and little pink bare toesies. But every boy that she did meet from Tom to Dick to Harry (each and all potential grooms) gave her a little flower treat. So many boys, so many blooms she found them hard to carry. Back home she went, embraced in...

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"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams" Edgar Allan Poe My true love was always my moonbeam To breathe her light She had to be her own addiction She has control over the saint of procure I drink to her freelance contingency of no mercy A glance at her smile.. wanton fever.....

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No she wasn't very tall, no she never had to crawl a winter day like this she didn't want to miss so she lay there in the snow, as her little wings un-sewed No she didn't hear the bell, as they called her, " Annabelle! " for a little child...

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My mother-in-law had been in heaven for about a year, When Annabelle came into our life, taking it over. We had a dog before, Mr. Pete Dog Rover, But he was not as assertive as she is, that was clear. When my husband gets close to me Annabelle gets in between If we do wrong, she gets pouty and gives...

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By making the most successful leaders look small, Do you really think that makes you smart and on the ball? Your ignorance, bright as a neon light on high. All dullard insects come to you call, not very bright! Mass media is an insect, too, drunk on profound lies and purposeful deception. Simply, not in search of truth, just...

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Arrogant Annabelle She looked in her mirror and declared her self, "hot." Poor soul, unaware that what we do, impresses not a soul. Naught! Bobbing above all humanity, Not one scintilla of humility. She has it all in spades. Other humans could never reach her grade. So in judgement, she stands. Whilst standing on ever so shifting sands. There's only one god in the universe. To think we...

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LOVABLE ANNABELLE shadowplay like mist upon the glass no rain today, radiant display sun’s final hour touches my heart it grows resplendent from the core bedazzling specter of God’s grace Annabelle’s been called home full array of rainbow rays upon the bridge - she’s come to life 6/13/2019 Annabelle’s gone to doggie paradise...

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She’s furlicious, sweet and kind. Not one bite of violence between her teeth. Loves a good rubdown of her ruddy physique. An old lady with a kick. Still knows how to gain access to your heart. Better than a child — wraps you around her paw. no cage please... no garage... no basement... She sneaks up the split-level stairs. She’d climb higher, if you’d let her, until...

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Sharp work of Annabelle A steak and Kidney pie ...

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Annabelle Gads She is a fantastic fibber Annabelle Gads A fun-filled, fighter,a flirt and a felon. Can she spend the night, Friday, please?...

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Bright red scarlet Tulips for Annabelle A kiss of natures art a sweet smile of her elegant's eyes with feelings such beauty that sings to ones heart flowering our soul with such bright delights you are a lady that is so sweet with kindness you leave such lovely sweet memories behind....

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When Annabelle was by her side she felt secure. At the park where she played frisbee or the movies there was an unspoken connection that allayed her fears and quieted her anxieties. They were as one, inseparable, going everywhere together, like sisters sharing secrets no one else would ever know, until... ...her Annabelle was gone. She lost her compass,...

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When Annabelle was by her side she felt secure. At the park where she played frisbee or the movies there was an unspoken connection that allayed her fears and quieted her anxieties. They were as one, inseparable, going everywhere together, like sisters sharing secrets no one else ...

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All his ink wells ran dry From uncertain thought His nib dripping with ink from within, The crimson script full of regret From what has and has not been. Grief stricken eyes Nails turning to dust Hair falling with every turn of the page, He reeked of whiskey and the troubles it brought The smell worsened as she started to age. As the hour glass...

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Thin lips Small hands Soft touch Deep look Inside my eyes You make my life? At least you try...

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