Best Suitors Poems

In times of old when manners mattered
Suitors came to court young daughters

'Twas up to he the head, the father
To chose a husband for his daughter

At times the father's chose for wealth
Strength in character,tall and stealth

Did not matter if she be smitten
He'd take her hand, as...

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The first was handsome and direct,
and try he did to please--
with bright bouquets of fragrant gems,
in hopes my heart to seize.

I gathered from his grand approach
that beauty was his charm,
to bloom a bond through gorgeous gifts;
in that, I found no harm.

Alas, his blossoms were corrupt;
my...

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Spring's Suitors


spring floral dress falls
preening bare, she shakes it all
clouds vie to bring rain

connie pachecho

3/23/17...

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Where are my suitors, are there none?
I’m a proper lady,I’m educated and come
from a good family as well. We may not be
rich but we are rich in love and affection.

Oh there there you are. You are very 
handsome and tall with broad shoulders.
I’ve seen you...

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Patrimonia’s beauty fooled men, who focused on her companions
Two wolves with enormous heads, who seemed ominously frightful.
Potential suiters did what they could to try to get past them
Not realizing the wolves were not the most dangerous of the three

Hair of auburn, amber eyes with golden...

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Sunbather's Suitors

she's
sunning
sandy shores
sea shells smiles
strain

connie pachecho

7/19/17...

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There were two Suitors 
Who loved otherwise
In their own ways
One loved because 
He desired to give
The other loved because
He sought to receive 
The one who gave
Sought the lover’s heart 
The one who received
Desired the lover’s flesh
The giver wrote poetry
The receiver knew not the art
The one...

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There once was a girl from Charlotte 
Rumors spread that she is a harlot
She was loose in her ways
And perhaps her suitors did pay
Would it be better if free tomorrow Scarlet...

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We’re coming up on the spooky pumpkin-latte season, when days suddenly end, while I’m busy in some sterile, fluorescent chemistry-lab and there’s nothing to do but walk down dark science-hill to the dorm.

Is that rustling the sound of leaves or footsteps?  The most effective...

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Never be swayed by a woman in need,
For "billing" is her constant creed.
"I'm hungry," "my gas is dry,"
Her words, a drain, a constant sigh.

Rescue not a woman from poverty's grasp,
For she'll seek escape, and leave at last.
Her heart, a calculator, cold and grey,
Values measured in...

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