Best Papas Poems
Below are the all-time best Papas poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of papas poems written by PoetrySoup members
ZebraAllow altruistic artistry among ailing american adversaries.
Bartering begins before begging beasts break brothers.
Capture calamity controlling catastrophe calming castration.
Dedicate decisions directed down dreary deaf disillusionment.
Eradicate equality...
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Categories:
papas, parody, people, social, kindergarten,
Form:
ABC
Categories:
papas, father daughter, fathers day,
Form:
Lyric
My Pretty PollyMade is she of the finest porcelain, that daddy's
Money can buy, with soft raven tresses, and blue
Hued shining eyes.
My pretty Polly baby doll, has a...
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Categories:
papas, childhood, evil, halloween, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Things I MissNostalgic Nights.
The smell of gas in the vintage moped I drove an hour to buy,
Driving down that small-town street at night,
Lit by the dim...
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Categories:
papas, adventure, beautiful, divorce, family,
Form:
List
The Lady Sung the BluesAnticipation,
faces sparkling,
wrinkles smiling,
memories at the ready.
Friends inter-mingling, while great grandchildren run through the gathering crowd.
Sun streaking through branches, warming joints, and turned up faces seeking...
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Categories:
papas, age, friendship, fun, grandparents,
Form:
Free verse
The Peppermint Rainbow
“The New York Times” was this group’s original name.
Within two years, they were garnering fame.
Two women and three men sang in wonderful harmony
in clubs around...
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Categories:
papas, dedication, music, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
To Papa's Girl-All My Lovely ChildrenThank you for being you,
And for all the things I see you do;
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Categories:
papas, grandchild, grandfather, love,
Form:
Couplet
Blue Sky, Why
"Blue Sky, Why?"
stories speak to us.
inside our heart
is crying.
Blue Sky, Why?
why do children
holding sunflowers
watch their parents die
why do sweet children,
now war torn,
some the...
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Categories:
papas, courage, humanity, leadership, light,
Form:
Narrative
Huevos Rancheros Sung To the Tune of GuantanameraChorizo con huevos,
Tortillas, frijoles y papas.
Chorizo con huevos,
Tortillas, frijoles y papas.
Chile verde, Yo quiero,
Dame filete de pescado.
Huevos rancheros,
Carnitas, huevos rancheros.
Huevos rancherrrrrros!
Carnitas, huevos rancheros....
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Categories:
papas, food, uplifting,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Zorba the GreekZorba was a friend of mine
momentum of lunacy shine
insane shrieking lunacy
to venture to an exotic island.
Let's be free; snip the strap.
sardonic heart phratry man
Shamans are...
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Categories:
papas, analogy, joy, longing, love,
Form:
Metrical Tale
A Preemie's PrayerDear Lord,
It is me, your tiniest ward.
And though I have been here such a short while,
There is a list of prayers I have already compiled.
Though...
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Categories:
papas, angel, baby, christian, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
Holiday Greetings!Lovers of cars, Papas sitting in the bars -
Somebody think how not to drink: milk holiday greetings
For driver meetings!...
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Categories:
papas, family, children, people,
Form:
Haiku
A Fantasy Over Rides RealityHello?
I like to get six + 9 ??Are you??????
schlepping writer,?? natural body and laid-back vibe??
I'm all about therapeutic touch via nuts and life of bee dogged...
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Categories:
papas, beauty, creation, desire, fantasy,
Form:
Romanticism
Ten Fourwho knew
sounds like YOU
bravo romeo
you’re at the hotel
whiskey at the bar
and papas doing well
he played two rounds
and his echo said tell
juliet his sweet
that an oscar...
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Categories:
papas, adventure, art, funny,
Form:
I do not know?
The Funky Train 2The nation is very rich indeed
But,
Wounded out of loss direction;
Wounded out of lack of ambition,
Weeping out of lack of impulse;
Wounded...
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Categories:
papas, urbanloss, cry, loss,
Form:
Free verse