Behave Yourself Poems - Poems about Behave Yourself

...Under the blood moon beneath a lunar eclipse darkness has a brilliant light; When teasing becomes tangible heartbeats steal the night.. Lost my heart as we fell to the ground, I give you a......Read the rest...

...It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding......Read the rest...

...Ruby Ruby Bridges was one of the first Black American pupils in a 'White' school after racial segregation was declared unconstitutional. It was November 14th, 1960 when six year old Ruby sa......Read the rest...

...Its sundown, the day’s been reduced to a crack of lavender and fiery pinks along the Massif des Maures mountains. This evening we’re sipping cocktails at “Les Toits,” the Hôtel de Paris’ rooftop rest......Read the rest...

...Jacob's ladder filled with angels ascending upward descending down again like drops of water in the ocean evaporating up, up, up -- returned as clouds burst deep into the ground......Read the rest...

... Catherine, behave yourself! Can't you be like Bianca? Somebody straighten her out. Where's Petruchio? Based on the play "The Taming of the Shrew" by William Shakespeare ......Read the rest...

...Behave yourself! Or what? What if I don't, you sot? What if I did misbehave? Give the couriers more than a wave? Ain't misbehaving, ha ha ha. Imagine me and a Grandpapa!......Read the rest...

...There is a fairy tale I remember from my childhood, the fairy tale of the delivery swans that worked for an evil sorceress. «Behave yourself,» my mom used to say. «Or they will take you away.» «Wh......Read the rest...

...Gilly darling dont do that You don't know where it's been And put our hat on there's a love I'm fetching some ice-cream Do you want a cornet child? Or will you take a lolly? Oh Gilly darling do......Read the rest...

...When a man stepped out his childhood home, Planting a brave foot in the open world Not an age, not a generation, not a world ago, There breathed and burned in him hope Shared with mama's receding......Read the rest...

...Her glasses perched on her nose, my old friend the Bookworm proprietor, welcomed me smiling, and then murmured. quietly.."behave yourself" knowing I would end up at the poetry shelf. Words, one word, a billion words..all for me..all for the taking. Words of love and hate, of brooks and fields, creatures small a......Read the rest...

...Paralysed Chandeliers hanging from the skies Purple books within which you start all rhymes Faded walls that drift away or when you push them they slide Take this piece of bread and eat it but don’......Read the rest...

...I wonder can you hear me? Do you know when I am sad I often think about you, You're my Father, my friend, My Dad. I think about your laughter The good times and the bad. But most of all I t......Read the rest...

...1.My familiar crow A cheerful crow named Matryona lived in her small house. I drank tea with her and observed, As she played with a wind in leapfrog and chased the moon at night. Probably, she ......Read the rest...