Best Abigail Poems

holding Abigail in my arms
my cat is treated to lessons mother
passed on to me
bury your face in her neck
and gently rub your cheek
she will arch backward into the nuzzling
chew softly on her ears
the more you pay attention
to the back of the head
the brain will fire...

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Finding Abigail

“Abigail! ~Abigail!...where are you, my love?
I can’t see you, nor smell you, let alone touch you…”

A nebulous cloud encroaches the corridors of mind,
Where a fallacious hope seeks its refuge in silence.

“Abigail! Is that you? I thought I heard someone talking…”

Disembodied voices revel throughout the...

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There was a mermaid named Abigail 
Who swam so fast she would leave a trail 
Abigail could spin a tale 
When a whaler would hail her 
She'd charm the pants off any sailor




Submitted on July 31, 2018 for contest SEA TALES LIMERICK - TIM RYERSON...

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Abi - A Dedication


There’s only on story I’m likely to read
It’s about this boy, who planted a seed
It sprouted so high, to Heaven proceed
And filled out the skies, from Earth’s precious feed.
If I could perform just one glorious deed, 
A seed in your heart, my...

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Abigail Rhine such an abomination of her time, the fair skinned false
princess with such the hunger for lust and power from which she ruled
every watch must read her hour. Shrouded in the finest of fines eternity
was destiny and to obey was essential or else detrimental....

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The globe is fed up with stories of breakup,
Turning around everything that sleeps and wakes up.
The good and the bad play games in its arm,
Yesteryear who lived to see the legends of a wondrous land?
Champions are they that are known of their greatness,
And deep within...

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Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
Miles between her and husband John, circuit lawyer
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

She oversaw the jobs at home_even the builders
Remarkable lady who taught their children
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

People would come to her during war who were...

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Our youngest dog Abigail or Abbie for short
Most adorable puppy since the Beatles held court
If I do happen to fall
She checks my all
Making sure I'm not injured in the report...

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Average Abigail
Abigail Harp
Had a dog
A dog named spot

Spot could see
Abigail not
Does one simply
Turn to a bot?

Each morning Average Abby
Broke a lense in a glass
Cleaned a dish and put it in
a dishwasher?

Mirrors would crack
Heads would twist
Poor Abigail Harp
Turned to mist....

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Little tree, I loved you the first time I saw you
Your green leaves bright 
Ladling laughters of light
Your eyes sparkling sweetly like a silver dew.

The wind around you whisper at your dance
Erudition flown on spring
Butterflies brought on wing
Where the water falls ... gold remembrance

Of another...

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A cocktail waitress named Abigail 
Moonlighting as a barmaid serving pale ale   
Wore her hair in a pigtail or sometimes in a ponytail
All night long drinking naught but ginger ale
With patrons complaining she was slow as a snail

Her life was far from a...

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Abigail forgive me
Breaking your heart in the invisible day
Itinerant always ... pushed by history
Gently breaking bonds in brimmed dismay.
Angel of my better memories
Incessant friend ... from a small flower grown
Love blooms again where understanding is sown....

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Life should continue to be an adventure.
Death should continue as well.
Either or neither of them is a quencher
for curiosity. Shall
I understand or aware or may be
should I instead realize:
whether I have wrongly won, dear Abbie,
or rightly failed, otherwise?
There can not be a more than severe
letdown...

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Abigail 
You have such a sweet way 
Kind and gentle on a good day  
You bring out the best of me 
You even get me off the settee 
You love to dress up in costume
And come skipping round the room 
a girl was always...

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Abigail’s Spring  

Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color...

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