Best Plaything Poems

My life started with rain,
the steady stream of drops,
hitting the trees gently
and ending its descent to our world
on the wet pavement.
I am on the sidewalk,...

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There is no one like the Father you are to me.
I was no mistake in your plans I see. 
I never was a plaything or...

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Choose Me.
I sit here upon this darkened sill.
Dust my meadow,cobwebs my forest.
Waiting for you to draw near.
I long for you to become my Master,
-and I...

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I ran by this thing with haste, that malevolent beast as to school I went
Centered In a beautiful field i never played, because we all...

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Hear ye, hear ye: Listen to my timeless presentation
If you'd like to conquer anger, irritation, or vexation.

My name is Emerson, Ralph Waldo if you please,
I...

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He stood at the French window fascinated with the storm outside.
Thunder boomed as lightening formed serpents in the ebony sky.
There would be no rainbows beneath...

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The millwheel will not turn again till spring
for Winter’s icy cold grip holds it firm.
She squeezes it like Her private plaything,
though Her crushing power is...

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No one knows where it happened 
and no one knows when or why,
the little, luminous silver star
came tumbling from the sky

Landing with a plunking sound
falling...

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If you don't want me,
Then quit wasting your time,
I'm not your plaything,
Better yet, quit wasting mine.
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the...

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Jewelled flowers add such bling
on zephyr breeze they gently swing
Pretty pastel coloured bluebells ring
hark, you’ll hear them herald spring!
A flock of blackbirds sweetly sing 
as...

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I can ride with galaxies out of sight
  explore the far edge of everywhere
  I can pause to walk at the speed of...

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I fought my way slowly though the howling wind
Wishing I could stop, but forced to go on.
Rain pouring from the black and roiling clouds
As water...

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She dances to his tune
When she does his bidding, he’s over the moon
He acts so cool
Yet he plays her for a fool

This innocent girl has...

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Just like a football I am and have 
been bounced around a bit,
But only by chance of fate, no man 
would get away with it.

The...

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Virgin
Untainted, Worthy
Waiting, Pledging, Pacing
Angel, Saint, Plaything, Rebel
Baiting, Mating, Craving
Racy, Spicy
Vixen
...

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