Compliments Poems - Poems about Compliments

She is a self-driving car. As far as the farthest object, my eyes cannot believe she is Captain of a spaceship that she built from spent foil paper rolls. The aluminium was self-made. Books are like comrades, but actual pillows and blankets. She is a rank bibliophile. Her practice is rubbing off. I feel their spines more than hers. Our bed is tiny. She will quetch at the ''tiny...

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Compliments (,Guy talking to girl) Hello beautiful How are you Did I tell you a delegate rose or flower The lady of the hour You have the mind of a genius Your spirit is calm and soothing When I feel down You make me want to keep moving or keep going That flower, I will...

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If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. Your opinions seem to ruin my day. What gave you the gall to express your unpleasant views, about me, my physique, or my features? Don't you think my feelings'd be bruised? Maybe everyone could be a little sweeter, a little more good natured, no...

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Much like compliments, so do condiments ~ bring...

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If you have not gotten to know my soul. Then you know nothing of my scars & my soul. So save the egotistical compliments to take my blindfolds off. They will not work....

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Yours truly borrows a phrase courtesy the great bard also known as William Shakespeare's Hamlet: "For 'tis the sport ... Hoist by one's own petard meaning "victimized or hurt by one's own scheme”. The aforementioned excerpt hopefully describes the fate to befall president of Russia. Nevertheless, unseen talon sharp claws... dig deep into mine psyche soft underbelly piercing bedrock of core (puss) being akin to butter knife slicing thru peanut butter and...

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I saw her sitting placidly on a wide stone Sucking sweet strawberries. She picked a fruit Pinching the leaves and sucked on the fruit. She was completely oblivious of me Despite that I was one of her regular buyers. A slight warm breeze flowed from a near by field. Rows and rows of plants with pods of broad beans Hanging from...

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The sound of her drum seems to be hidden The rhythm of her song is unheard The melody of her voice is shattered And the presence of her ability seems to be invisible Yet the feeling denies to be silenced Just because it’s about time Time for her to rise and shine It’s about time to stand the rain The time to...

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Fat ladies on the beach wear thongs What's wrong with that Did they run out of tent again Beach balls come in multicolored blue To get confused with obesity Small round women swimming Who wear spandex suits to force the tides high Roll the waves back from where they came From Florida to England when they dive Signs read, Fat chicks cause tidal waves Enter...

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backhanded compliments became the standard practice within our maladaptive version of normalcy which fell dependent upon a series of inconsistent swings in mood experienced within a single conversation which over time became the way of our world...

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The variety of the lasting compliments you wrote to me last night became my starving salvation for a lover’s flame to ignite There’s freedom inside our castle caves with resources beyond all reasoning. My darling Nicholas,...

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COMPLIMENTS A compliment can change the way, The recipient will spend their day. Lifting moods in times of need, A pay it forward type of seed. To criticize and pick apart, It's damaging to one's heart. So make an effort to be kind, You never know what friends you'll find!!! Oct, 4 2013...

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My compliments: for marrying our mama for taking us on for putting up with us for being tough on us for demanding our best for not leaving… My compliments: for letting me marry your mama for letting me take you on for letting me put up with you for letting me be tough on you for letting me demand your best for letting me stay… For: Frank’s contest...

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My heart is full of fears, And eyes with tears, Compliments are on my way!!...

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I can tell by the way he holds me He places his hands on my waist politely Looks deep in my eyes And blinks twice After that follows an intimate smile He never speaks Just his actions make me weak When we kiss Without words he tells me I'm all he needs With no royal garments or traits He treats me like his...

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