Clopping Poems - Poems about Clopping

...Rhyming in iambic, counting fingers Trying to make sense, syllables dropping, Onto archaic form, often lingers, Instead of language, clopping and popping, Modern with its sublime spoken diction, ......

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...Nazriel Rising Small World Ace She was as pretty as ever on this night With me smitten to bits with her aura As we met on our usual pickup location Nazriel that one who so compliments me We ......

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...I remember reading a short story by Hitchcock. Three friends walk and converse as they make their trek home from work. Huddled in mind, independently fearless, the cold air or hot night baring their......

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...the ebony unicorn pranced into butterfly meadow with happy feet clip clopping in a gorgeous way, her curly hair flowing in the wind the butterflies surrounded her, glad to see the prophecy was true......

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...Hermit crab human scuttling about In my new life. Ill fitting suit. Like wearing your mother's clothes - Clip clopping around the kitchen... High heals filled with little feet... And dreams of a......

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...COCONUT Is it coconuts that I hear It’s maybe a sound effect Horse hooves clip-clopping Yet now just as half shells And not much hair is left Rubbed off over the years I know that condition ......

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...As the last man on the planet Earth, Time has become my mortal enemy. A whole world to walk silently alone, In fruitless reflection of what was. The streets are fully empty now, But I can stil......

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...cinnamon gingerbread horse with a happy high hey I feel you are clopping particularly fast today with your lovely mane and your blaze so beautifully gray we cannot catch you as you run swiftly awa......

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...*** At Age Seventeen *** At 17, the wooden heels of my boots echoed My audacious immaturity along my entire way exploring Manhattan’s south-end area. Its long blocks, I routed For the r......

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...‘tap, tap, tap’ your petite knuckles gently attacking my door - I envision their French-painted nails dancing in the shine of the hallway light like a row of bishops bowing to the Pope (your......

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...Lying down with my eyes open, spending my day in the dark Then she comes close, follows her a hint of spark Gleaming my face with the light of her smile, she holds my hand It star......

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...the fiddle goes fast she dances among hillbillies her cadence turning us into frenzied happy-go-lucky-s. I love her bluegrass sounds, Her twang, her common decency, her Americanisms. We dance ......

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...We sat in clusters, on couches, giggling at the antics of the wild ones, the PP’s. Aka popular peers, who were dancing with self confidence that oozed into the walls. The PP’s were gyrating to folk......

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...On a humble donkey he once rode Thunderous crowds by the road Liberation they craved or A salvation he gave forth He rides into Jerusalem once more With no glare from two thousand years ago F......

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...Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in adnomination Display streams of collective unconscio......

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