Beanbag Poems - Poems about Beanbag

...{Three o'clock on a December afternoon, the sky is opaque as my nature has stood out, the rain drizzles down my windows and I am distinctly reminded how it once drizzled down my back; the lacquers o......

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...Grandma goes for her coffee, whilst grandson keeps his eyes shut… —Quote by poet waking up to drop into the sandman’s beanbag sheet shifting with sun ......

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... Lots of politicians gathered together Maximising target area what too creepy How much do you get for resigning again You voted a walking beanbag twice Presidents to Kings wanted Psychopathi......

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... elderly people some with walkers or canes, teams opposite each other, smiling nervously on one side all blue shirts (mostly all) on the other green shirts ......

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... NOTE: Just had to bring ol' Barry T. back. As you may remember, he's deffo not a Poe fan, what with his classic poem The Raven portraying ravendom as nothing but a bunch of dimwits who can only say......

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...Genie, my dog: She was mixed part Pomeranian part Shih Tzu a female genius with excellent sight wise beyond her years she always knew how to appease me, when I was not feeling right Us......

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...*Image of San Francisco Street Neighborhood by Pixabay. A Superb Forenoon This superb forenoon down the avenue, flower gardens, mostly lawns, up this part. Th......

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...I’m sitting on a beanbag chair; It’s perfect for my derrière. My back is leaning on the bed, Supporting both my neck and head. My first apartment had one, too. My roommate bought it, for we kn......

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...Eleven years later and the young boy from the corner, kept up with his scouting and a leader he’d become, Two people were so proud of every one of his achievements, The leader who first met him, A......

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...don’t call him a baby... don’t make fun of his tears... his soul’s tender — he runs and hides, under a chromatic beanbag with a dark emotional spectrum. when he returns to play Sleeping Q......

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...Stopped at an Oktoberfest Just to catch the scene - Big steins of beer, a German band, Appropriate cuisine. Some lederhosen wearers Did compete at beanbag toss, Then swigged their pilsners ch......

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...In my great room I relax Staring at my surroundings The lighten curio shelters Trinkets of horses and dolphins Atop the curio A Brazilian lady of porcelain Sitting shirtless, her head rest......

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...on the beanbag he sleeps curled up circle of fur dry food he crunches by the glass sliding door ever alert looking around leaps five feet of the ground to take a mark between his front paws a......

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...MY DREAMER ,HE WEAVES THE WESTERN TUNE, WHILE MY HEART SINGS IN ORIENTAL MONSOON. so far away, she eagerly awaits me, from such a distance, easily captivates me. HE IS A BIRD FOR EVERY SEASON, I HA......

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...MY DREAMER HE WEAVES THE WESTERN TUNE, WHILE MY HEART SINGS IN ORIENTAL MONSOON. so far away, she eagerly awaits me, from such a distance, easily captivates me. HE IS A BIRD FOR EVERY SEASON, I HAV......

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