Best Margaret Poems

She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,  
it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.  
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble...

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Politician Margaret Thatcher
No man could match her
First lady Prime Minister at number ten
It had always been a man till then!

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The famous journalist and author Margaret Mitchell
Dressed in pants so mother wouldn't have to watch a vigil
Her brother insisted if she was to play with him she would be a boy named Jimmy
I bet her mother saved thousands of dollars on her childhood shimmy
 
Shimmy-...

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Nowadays
I'm awake before the light.
My talons are sore with over-use.
My beak is shattered in 3 places.
My feathers, thank God, still look amazing.
Though I've been flightless 
For four days now...
Starting to see ghost worms.
Hobbling around in the cold.
Dark tunnels.
Chewing on wet paper.
I'm finished.
Someone tell Margaret I...

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Sugary mix roiling in a saucepan in the heart
of the house: a light-filled kitchen where family meals
were taken in lieu of the dining room, thought of by me
in two words: 'formality' and 'dark', whereas, windows
and a glass door in the kitchen let in light, led...

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In a bliss of restful solitude
on this most blessed day,
my mind goes back in time 
to how we celebrated our ways 

I remember the laughter and love 
that flowed around the room, 
the excitement and joy we felt 
before you were taken too soon 

All...

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I wrote and read this poem at my grandmothers funeral.


While growing up, Toni; Steven and I
saw our Grandparents sacrifice,
so much of their own lives, without a fuss.
Along with our Mother, they did it just for us.
Though Grandpa he was called, he was our father
and in...

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The wind was blowing,
as the car was going,
across the hills ; across the vales
the night seemed young , as each nightbird sung 
to the moon there long and timeless tales.
Then, at midnight hour
the chauffeur rested, his iron fists upon  the wheel.
There it was,
The mansion...

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It’s me. Margaret.
My parents’ gave me this proper name
Always wondered from where it came
I never liked it while in school
Just didn’t think that it was cool
Cut it in half and added an i
Now I’m wondering why

Starting to think it’s not so bad
Didn’t appreciate what I...

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A jump a skip and a jig perhaps 
I shall steel myself and I will
Dance on her grave

Mystery no forgiveness as time has passed
But my promise made and I will
Dance on her grave

An oath made as a wilful young man
Older now yet still and I...

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Mrs. Margaret 'Molly' Corbin:
A true Revolutionary War heroine. 
When her husband in battle fell dead, 
Though wounded, she fired his cannon instead....

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Margaret Thatcher 
thought no one could match her.
Her hair was laquered, never a mess;
she bought her knickers from M&S.

She did as she wanted to do -
and love her or hate her it's true -
she thought she was right,
ignoring the plight
of millions in the dole queue.

The...

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Wipe my tears sweet Margaret, 
ask me why it is I grieve. 
Ask me not of my regret. 
It is for un-leaving of a tree. 
It is for coming lack of Spring. 
It is for this and other things. 

It is for clouds that block...

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Margaret dared to poke the bear
She thought she was so smart
With eyes of coal; she lacked a soul
And shot him straight through the heart

She sat and laughed at what she’d done
Because she thought she was smarter than everyone
She played the victim and tried to sway
the...

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See Saw, Margery Daw, 
Marguerite - a pearl of a name…
stateswoman, socialite, singer?
No, a servant, soldier, and spy. 

Could she be a latent
Margaret Thatcher?
No she's clearly a servant,
a nurse to prisoners of war.

Margarita, clearly a picture,
which brings to mind a debutante?
No, she's clearly a "soldier"
a...

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