Clumsy Poems - Poems about Clumsy

A ghost set out one moonlit night, His tattered sheet made quite the sight. He’d planned to haunt with eerie flair, But his faint glow was thin and rare. He floated high, then snagged a tree, His sheet got stuck—oh, woe was he! The owls all hooted, “What’s this mess? You’re less a spook, more fancy dress!” He tried to wail, to chill...

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The bike that made me fall. I could never figure out baseball. Or basketball, or tennis, or any sport. Anything involving some kind of court. Coordination, I am trying to fix. Handwriting filled with nervous habits. A guitar I could never strum. Those kinds of things are hard for some- One like me. Who could never climb a tree. Doctors would say I’m just clumsy. That...

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Written for and about my eldest daughter, Freya Lily (Pickle). Ive loved you, from the very first second I saw you, you are my beautiful first born. So the times when I see you upset frustrates me and I’m torn. Because you truly are lovely, And trust me when I say that I look at you every day Filled with so...

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I am feeling bored, Like a toad. Can't stop being lazy, When I love to be clumsy. Guess I will just complete my work and reduce the load. 20/7/22...

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Mood swings come running towards me, Doesn't matter if it is night or early. Sometimes I feel angry, Which changes into glee. Sometimes I feel happy, Which changes into gloomy. Sometimes I feel day-dreamy, Which changes into clumsy. Is it just a hormones play? Or is it just another dismay. I wonder if it is normal or is it just me, Does it happen to...

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While watching my babysitter Playing with glitter, I fell into the kitty litter! -- I am such a clumsy critter. My brother will twitter Our babysitter is covered in glitter She is such a kidder, But, I fell into the kitty litter! I am such a clumsy critter. My kitty has five kitties in her litter They were watching my babysitter Playing with glitter, When I fell...

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in her people’s wisdom, The author said, "No Native language has a cognate for “human” as separate from other beings." The NPR interviewer sighed and became excited by the unity of all things and the serenity implied in this foreign paradigm. I’ve read enough philosophy and literature to know we "the civilized" West speak about the conflict of man versus nature, so I wonder how that plays...

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Clumsy Cat was terrified of wheels Being around them reminded her of heels She would rather be chased by brooms or eels Both had crushed some of her favorite kibble meals What about wheelbarrows? Another cat said. I’d rather be caught and thrown on my head! Could I please show you something new instead? It was her favorite Uncle Cat Muffin McEd. He...

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musket predecessor to the rifle named for mousquette or sparrow hawk smoothbore long-barreled firearm cumbersome, heavy to lift musket used by infantrymen during the War Between the States Sometimes referred to as the Civil War Or Sherman and Lee's war musket heavy to lift, large-caliber, clumsy, muzzle loading shoulder gun musket...

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Clumsy in my missteps And clumsy with my words Tripping over my own feet And now tripping over yours Clumsy with my quick words And clumsy in my steps My venom tongue will sting you And can take away your breath Never said I’m graceful And now you know it’s true Can I dare forgive myself This dire crime of wounding you?...

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childhood memories daddy says get the lead out-- pencil tip shatters...

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Chemist Charlie Chuckles, How clumsy her cackle, Creating chemical cosmos. Consorting with cats, Chemical mishaps, Oh, Charlie Chuckles the chemist! Chemist Charlie Chuckles, Cryptic crossword lover, Confident clinical fellow. Crazy misconduct, Caseous byproducts, Oh, Charlie Chuckles the chemist! Chemist Charlie Chuckles, With curly crimpled quiff, Coat cleaned in century bygone. Cheeks coloured charcoal, Crooked chin mouthful, Oh,...

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I wonder if THC and our Holy Cooperative Spirit could be cousins like Grandmother Moon and Grandmother Tree. Why do you want to wonder about something as curious as that, dear? Oh, I don't recall, really. It just came up in conversation a few minutes ago. Honey, your breakfast is still a figment of your hopeful imagination, so who on Earth were you conversing with a...

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Bliss is the most peace stored in the abyss . I go searching , checked the night clubs . Had the most intimacy in the pubs Drugs , pills , name it , we all popped Still no peace ,even when I go overseas Yet fleas thrive on the carcass of my ignorance ... ...

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fumble, bumble, flip and flop theres no doubt i am a sop this new years resolution uphold my constitution dust myself off with a mop. ...

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