Best Aproned Poems
Nostalgia...There it stands, desolate and alone
That roofless shell where the winds
Still whisper of the past
When scampering children's squeals
And wheeling seabirds' cries
Rose thinly through the air.
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Categories:
aproned, bereavement, happiness, loneliness, memory,
Form:
Free verse
The Corner...Twelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment
The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end of first round.
Se......
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Categories:
aproned, boxing day , courage,
Form:
Narrative
What Is Your Job...Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux pas.
Chef cooks with an aproned mi......
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Categories:
aproned, jobs,
Form:
Didactic
The Smithy...
The “Smithy”
Written: By Tom Wright
4/28/04
The anvil’s peal breaches the mid day air,
and his four pound hammer fettles the shoe.
At the forge’s cinders in thought I stare,
and l......
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Categories:
aproned, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Dickensian Time...In Dickensian time
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain
At Euston Station......
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Categories:
aproned, places,
Form:
Free verse
Below the Glass Ceiling An Ode...Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each
day was lengthy and long.With fires to lig......
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Categories:
aproned, family, history,
Form:
Ode
Return To Neighborhood Iii...RETURN TO NEIGHBORHOOD III
Where kids had the run-o’-the-place
Noisy
Dirty
Smelly brats
In-and-out
Everywhere!
Like a shot!
There was imagination.
Games ad lib
A terrible wonderful use......
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Categories:
aproned, childhood
Form:
Free verse
Seen But Not Heard...Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each
day was lengthy and long.With fires to lig......
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Categories:
aproned, family, nostalgia, on work
Form:
Prose Poetry
Time To Go...In my old age
I thought I’d have such yarns to tell,
of derring-do when I was hale and hearty.
Looking back, I wonder now just what befell
me in those years
and did I miss the party?
Distant e......
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Categories:
aproned, age, death, memory, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Frangible Ego Abysmally Copes...Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek do......
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Categories:
aproned, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Bio
The Charge of the Light Brigade...Once in Home Depot
I was in the lighting aisle,
when a horde of aproned workers
descended down from a quarter mile
With hundreds of cartons of bulbs,
They were very bright I guess
I had to jum......
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Categories:
aproned, adventure, funny, on work
Form:
Burlesque
The Prince of Pomposity...the beast detests the prince of pomposity.
the chin upturned. each blackened strand of hair
in place with grease. his too white smile released
to aproned maids — the town with hordes of them......
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Categories:
aproned, humor,
Form:
Blank verse
Morning Joe...Juniper blended with the richness of Mohagany
as the well soaped Maidens accompliced
in the impness of Dawn.
A strong coffee poulticed a hint of Cinnamon,
and Clove prepared expectations.
Th......
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Categories:
aproned, dream, drink, good morning,
Form:
Free verse
What Are You Looking For...What are you looking for?
he asked me.
He was sweet.
Concerned.
Wearing a red apron,
amused when he caught
me staring at him.
I am looking for life, I said,
And I saw it a minute ago,
in y......
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Categories:
aproned, depression,
Form:
Trains...It’s a boy thing
the clickety-clack, clickety-clack
of a train along its tracks
all manner of boys
from diapered toddler
to arthritic codger
from suited gent
to aproned chef
the clickety-c......
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Categories:
aproned, father son,
Form:
Prose Poetry