Best Four Poster Poems

I was driving home late one cold Winters night
It was minus ten and the moon shone bright
Then in my car headlights a young girl I...

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Mother would tuck into each dresser drawer,
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Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed.
With flowers and ribbons, painted
on the ceiling above my head.
.
Satin slippers and a robe, so soft.
A young...

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It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy...

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You have only been gone for a day or two
But I swear my love I am pining for you
I miss you so when we are...

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I'm a born again virgin
A model of purity
I'm resisting temptation
and you know how tempting women can be
I'm whole again
Feeling good again
I'm happy being me.

I wasn't...

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He was sun-scorched, flame-torched
stood tall, strong as a brick wall
loose-hipped, well equipped
in for the count, without a doubt
expert tracked, surprise packed
spurs jangled, wild mustang wrangled
I...

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There's one simplle rule that a writer should know,
that is when you can tell and when you should show,
so armed with this thessis I took...

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I came along with high expectation
And hopes of grandeur, instead defacement
A ruined mass of fallen structure
Displaced gray stones in random stature

A mist alighted like a...

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It enters one's life quietly; as silent as
the falling snow: the need for a few
additional hours or minutes of sleep.

As the years progress and the...

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I am her child again...
I'm wearing my pink flannel pajamas, the ones with tiny roses.
I'm curled up in the middle of her big four-poster.
And watching...

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The Queens Bed 

There's a certain symmetry in mis-shapes 
A Correlation of zig zags
A pyramid of Mish mashery 
Of Golden haberdashery 

A prism geometry forgot...

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Illicit, so you say. Well I’ll have to think on that a while.
Maybe later though, after I smoke this next bowl.

The wife will be home...

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The haunted house of fun and bones
Is spooky amongst the old gravestones.
The full moon shines, strange creatures groan.
This is no place to be alone.

The paintings...

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Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause...

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