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Beanpole Poems - Poems about Beanpole


Premium Member Along Dry Path
...Am I fitful, fluctuating, fluid? thin compass waver as I jubilantly weave lilac tree vignettes that weep or chortle, rainbow figment curtain rashly wished upon in grain smudge zephyr garne......

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Categories: beanpole, august, birth, celebration, character,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Day You Were Born
...He hit me..! mom did you see? What is all this OOAAHHH! in my head? This thing I will call- sound... Where did the warmth go? I can't breath.. who are all of these creatures.. crazy beings..,......

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Categories: beanpole, baby, happy, life, mom,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Once a Nursery
...Lavender shows blue flowers Shaded by a spreading Oleander The weedy garden, once a nursery Still has many vibrant blooms Dandelion, Snapdragons, heads held high Visited by a darting Hummingbi......

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Categories: beanpole, garden,
Form: Free verse
Consanguinity Begets Anomalies
...Offspring between close family members not biologically fit nor ablest even if direct immediate relations consider themselves best buddies, emotionally intimate, and offload heavy matters weighi......

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Categories: beanpole, baby, body, conflict, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Sperm Motility
...nature's way of saying I love what you do with your tongue mom used to lick her hanky to clean my face I want to kill her aided by my only allies the hobo armies of doom resulted in a sweet to......

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Categories: beanpole, how i feel,
Form: Free verse



Germination
...A Cyclops was chatting briefly to a triceratops on the A9. Travelling to a cooked conference. The deepening road arched in anticipation of wheels. Wow. The heightened awareness of ninety million snai......

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Categories: beanpole, bible, cinco de mayo,
Form: I do not know?
Football Burt
...So tender in years, my heart still unhurt, I remember his name, sexy football Burt. All the girls, would moan, and sigh, every time, this hunk passed by. Not a beauty, I was tall, and le......

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Categories: beanpole, friendship, life, love, schoolheart,
Form: Narrative

Book: Reflection on the Important Things