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...

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The fierce, supple tiger
     (an untamed, deadly beast)
is not meant as dinner,
     for someone's sportive feast.
The giant,...

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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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