Braggart Poems - Poems about Braggart

Calindae knows everything She is the expert of all I sit next to her during meetings For there might be group work And I know she will grab the poster board And the markers and do it her way Such a relief Knowing I have to do nothing As she loves being the spokesperson also Others try to get next to her too,...

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Picture this Meeting with forty-three women Two men Six at each table An extra squeezed in to one. Picture this I always sit by the loudest and proudest The most egotistical The one who always gladly shouts out every answer Sometimes wrong Sometimes right Does not count the wrong ones. Even if we laugh Picture this Loud and proud at another table Selects herself to be spokesperson Suddenly realizes she...

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I love my own chili, I know it sounds silly, heat in pot nice and hot it is truly a dilly. I love my own meatloaf. I throw on a sugar top. Other people would not do it, or know how to stop. I do, you big oaf. After all, this sugary brown sugar ketchup combination is what makes it my meatloaf. I love my own cooking. Restaurants...

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I am magical, I said. I can control her. You cannot! Yes, I can, and I do. You do not! My eight-year-old twin is angry now, with a mean face. I do not back down. Want to see? How? What do you want me to make her do? Make her come down those stairs. During Jeopardy? I am backing up now. Our mother...

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I dream every night, she brags. I am wearing an aquamarine chiffon dress, and I am doing the tango. I hate her a bit, for I do not recall even a petite part of my dreams. Last night I was dancing with a handsome stranger, he was wearing a tuxedo, she said. Good. I have never been fond...

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A braggart for sure The top best at everything Amazing stories A hit at a few parties Until we could not stand him....

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In my mind somber sorties unfold When morbid movements scar a hundredfold. Normalcy dead, transparency scared Empathy bearded, intransigence endeared. In my mind sordid scenes grow cold When vulnerable voices no longer hold. Brash brands undead, harsh hustles prepared Phantom forces deployed, evil enamels ensnared. In my mind torrents of tears no longer dry Victory vessels victimize, vile victuals bereft of shame fly. Flies...

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There once was a driver named Dave, Of his driving he often would rave. Then one day on his own, drove and talked on his phone, Now he's bragging about his new grave....

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The eye is such a braggart with its emerald this and hazel that. Does no one dream about an ear or a nose? (personally ... I find the shin and pinkie toe quite fascinating) But it is a place the Poet seldom goes, still hot on cornea fever ... stanza after stanza after stanza. It's like I'm part of a Dickens'...

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Cupid's arrow hit a braggart! ------------------ Your sight stays in my eyes! Your undying love lives in my heart! When you cry I shed tears! When you wince I'm struck by a dart! We met for just one moment! In a glimpse our love story did start! How can our souls be so close! When we are a whole world...

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Everyone knows That parents who brag about their children Are bores. But grandmas with granddaughters And grandsons like mine Are free of all restraints and do not obey Silly mores. Yesterday It was my turn to entertain my Garden Club, And so I proudly set their...

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. Braggart Butterfly, he soars swift and high believing he's really lord of the sky. One sunny day, he thinks he is able to bully a timid, small-sized eagle. To him the bird was a nervous dummy with neither fire nor guts in its tummy. To...

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Soaring swift and high is brave Butterfly, believing really he's lord of the sky; one sunny day, he thinks he is able to bully an actual full-sized eagle who looks to him...

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He was a young English soldier in India, A soldier's funds are rarely ample, But he went into a mideast Bodega, He sought a gift for his Indian girl, Gungahontis... Her favorite cologne, Eau de Camille, sat on a shelf...he had not enough money to buy it himself So he pulled out his Dinar Card, and saved the day, at least till...

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soaring swift and high is brave Butterfly, believing really he's lord of the sky; one sunny day, he thinks he is able to bully an actual full-sized eagle who looks to him as a nervous dummy with neither fire nor guts in his tummy, ...

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