Comfortable Poems - Poems about Comfortable

Is He crowded out of Christmas By the commerce and the cry Of a thousand advertisers Urging everyone to buy? Do the cards and coloured candles And the clustered fairy-lights Keep the Christ-child in the cradle Of a distant eastern night? Keep the cardboard cut-out manger Keep the shiny tinselled star Keep the neatly-kneeling shepherds And the wise men from afar. Keep the feasting and the...

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plump posh plush puffy pretty, poufy, plaid purple pillows providing cushioned comfort for Cali enthusiastically enjoyed by boyfriends encouraging enlightening enthusiasm for comfort, coziness, and calmness....

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I am comfortable with dogs, because they make me feel safe Three of them guard me, sleeping around my head and hands. My husband is also a comfort; I have known him for sixty-eight years. Since we were four, it would be impossible to be uncomfortable with him. I am a poet, an artist, a writer, a painter and...

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Away from alleys, muggers don sombreros. So sharp, so twisting, they’re like arrows. The target never narrows. Sneaking, dancing through the night, Arrows never cause a fright. They steal every light. Not one is safe; they’re everywhere. Look around for their snare. Don’t say your cross is too much to bear. Are you too blind to see? The answer is in front of me. I will...

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I feel myself trapped in an endless repetition Effortless to rationalize each day away But the sleepless nights bring clarity A hazy clearness in a cold dark room The four walls that comfort me most I imagine they could close in upon me But a day is easy to pass through Time that once was so sacred now in...

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our campsite comforting comfortable companionable, conversational captivating cathartic complete we...

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My Man Cave my shed, All it needs is a bed. Its become my private domain, Where nobody can complain. Its full of tool and all of my fishing gear, There are even some of my comfortable old clothes that I just like to wear. There a comfortable chair, And lots of things I don't like to share. I can simply fiddle about, I...

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Poetry is a seat you struggle to get comfortable in and when you do you change seats. John G. Lawless ©8/14/2023...

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Not too long ago you wore high heels and little else; they were uncomfortable but for the bedroom, were perfect. The hotel was nothing fancy, just the best. We are still alive, perfectly situated now near a...

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Regrets pile up like blown paper against a fence on some abandoned building site that has a sign "Keep Out". Questions are asked why the structure never went ahead, why it barely made it past a hole in the ground or climbed no higher than a course or two of bricks. So many dreams end this way, starved...

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Philip's aunt is not flippant! But Adam's aunt is Adamant! Comfort is on chair, And she is comfortable, How so when she is not Mensiah, Faso? Oh wow! So Denis can be dentist, Ahh... and Albert is here while others Advert, Silly! Call me our Asian friend- Billy, That to do, I should plea? My coach is my co, ouch! Another...

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Soft meow's silent footsteps "cautious" as her tail wags swaying back and forth quiet purrs muttered rising hairs lay down when petted lap cuddling body rubs- galore feeling comfortably "loved" she stretches her paws Writing Challenge - Yalto Form - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France 12/7/2022...

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GLAMOROUS Glamorous is not just how you feel Glamour is really no big deal Glamour is sometimes what you wear Especially if you wear it with flair Some people have it and some people don’t Some people will and others just won’t Celebrities seem to know what to do They have glamour the whole day through Celebrities always feel that way Every night and every...

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Comfortable In My Skin By: Miracle Man December 13, 2021 In the genesis of life, still void of thought, now at eighty-three years, I'm feeling distraught. I entered into a time of constant change, every phase of life initially was strange. I’ve never tried to hide what or who I am, I hope no other, thinks my life is a sham. But if so,...

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Author: Carolyn Devonshire Submitted to Andrea Dietrich's uncontest Comfortable Love Some painters challenge us with art abstract We study them and speculate intent My love, he takes the short route; it’s a fact He speaks three words, no question what he meant The intellectuals look for new ways To speak of love in words no one has heard Or verse for songs that...

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