Best Sportive Poems

Ha Ha Ha - Cartoon- funny

Giggle - Valley Girl- Preppy

LOL - Texting- Hilarious

Snicker- Your worst enemy- Flippant

Snort- Pig- Belly laugh

Chuckle- Manley Man- Sportive

Howl- To much alcohol- Cracked up

Hew Haw- Country Girl- Tickled

Teehee- Sophisticated Women- Amusing

Ho Ho Ho- Santa Clause- Jolly

Horselaugh- Mr. Ed- Smirk

Hoot- Best Buddy-...

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The fierce, supple tiger
     (an untamed, deadly beast)
is not meant as dinner,
     for someone's sportive feast.
The giant, harmless whale
     (a great, ocean mammal)
won't survive or prevail
     against reaving people.
All...

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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows move and speeds transaction times;
   And the delicious hawkers are on parade,
   
   Plentiful...

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After a short run
The road takes a diversion :
A curvilinear path.

Throwing a long lush green shadow,
The woods devoid of sorrows
Invites the heavy down power.

I peep into my heart
Behold a guy of five-six years old
Collecting withered Sheuli flowers
A paper-boat floats on the rivulet of rain water.

I...

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all gazing there up,
't was time to drop.
the cloud shift'd beautifully.
excit'd by the show,
our boys did ignore
the lazy lark wittingly.

while larks larked festive,
Ben waxed real sportive,
n'saw no trees shaking nearby.
a vulture schemed wise,
afloat their reverse,
the Choco won a goodbye....

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The beauty of the early dawn,
Make all feel active as sportive fawns;
The dew drops shine in the lawn-
But as the Sun grows its beauty is gone.

The heat of Summer, the chill of Winter-
The rains mekes the river flow faster;
During Autumn the sky is clear;
But the...

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I have a pet, a smart little dachshund
Whenever I go out, he follows me always
Watching him wag his tail is fun
Mischievous he is, his antics amaze

Raven black is his shining skin,
With drooping ears hanging down.
My sportive little friend is a joy to own.
With his funny...

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Lofty lush green trees 
bearing bright berries
Enthrall energy balls monkeys
that traverse through the air
to reveal ripened fruits matter
to thrushes, which then flutter  
and sing songs to share the info
with the sportive flying squirrels.
Deer drinking water in the river
overhears the overwhelming happy news
and confides it...

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Many eyes on me
Twinkling with harmless, invisible attraction.
Effervescent eyes
Giving off bubbles of desire.
These eyes, some with almond shape,
With a light shade blend under brow for highlight,
Are sportive in how they look at me.
An ogle from oriental eyes,
Having a light bright shadow colour on the inner...

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Opened door and window
My dissected chest on the top floor of the building 
I philandered with moonlit just once 
The Dim light was over there for a while
Vague all around the sleeping town
I laid in paralyzed body and enthralled-
With my drunkard eyeball,
with your departure to...

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Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade,the pink and cerise porticos,
the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco -
a tiered sibilance rises were the throng, in...

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Independence gave me everything-
Green forest, crystal rivers, silent
Mountain, refreshment nature

Independence gave me enthrallment
Touch of the flying birds, sportive
Cattle, dreamy moonlit night and
The golden rising sun with a realistic day

Independence gave me my mother tongue,
Brave worthy honorable flag and nation,
With nationality it gives political sovereignty,
Religion expansion,...

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If a beauty speaks in poetic word
Then my language is look like
The west sky rainbow

If a beauty floats in poetic stream
Then my note book is look like
The horizon of Emerald Ocean

If a beauty lives in poetic sight
Then my sovereign ink is look like
The childlike yellow...

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Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major



Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
that failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade, the pink and cerise porticoes,
the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco -
a tiered sibilance...

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My gentle sphere, fitted more, still.... I spared
Spattered words of heart, yet! Not purloin
Bit by bit are words of him, slowly cared
His circumspect steps I look, always in cocoon 

Be like a Mickey not to add to your meek
Being sportive and an erect stamen, could...

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