Crepe Paper Poems - Poems about Crepe Paper

...No one told us, in the straightforward language of streets and desires, That life would keep pushing us forward, like an unrelenting wind, Even when we're too tired or too defeated to get out of be......

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...I stand and stare at the empty branches, stripped now of all the regalia of Christmas, naked and sadly alone in my gaze like the gray day beyond every window. All the celebrations have been swept......

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...Our Garden In my mind’s eye, I see you still, Standing still in our garden, Motionless, Deep in thought. So what were you thinking? The seeds we planted together, Grew strong, We te......

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...amber skies announce autumn black bats and black cats costumes line the sidewalks Dracula climbs out of his crypt elves, faeries and brownies dance the streets Freaks are getting on their freak ......

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..."Where flowers bloom, there is color, beauty and fragance, adding joy to life"~ By Poet My garden now presents a lovely scene So colorful with flowers unfolding their immaculate petals......

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...Fourth of July was a day that we gathered with our cousins. Sharing a picnic lunch, eating watermelon and hot dogs. The adults ate hamburgers, but who wanted those? We had chips for salt, and gooe......

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...Tinkling sounds of rain falling on shingled roofs wild winds and chestnut horses galloping with hooves Spruce trees breathing in the navy sky of June Shimmering stars of heavenly bliss scintill......

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...Sea of such violent ideas, why did you create the storms and the winds... why are you shipwrecked my time to navigate you...? Why did you rip me from your primitive womb? oh wind, scornful of ......

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...Sometimes interviews are fair but other times its all against you I always feel at a real disadvantage my stammer tenses me down the queue Years ago went for a job with a chemist company close......

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...Skinned shins on tree skins, Space-viewed landscapes of rust and paint Showing mirrored continents imagined; Worlds within worlds at every turn, Outlines of Octopi on Oil slicked streets; Eve......

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... The Christmas trees reminds me so Of Christmases from long ago Gazing up at the tree so tall When I were a young girl so small. Back in the day, when things were tight For us no pret......

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...We all had homemade dresses for prom; well, nearly all of us. This was back in 1970 while black and white Viet Nam War photos were on TV Every night, we saw such sadness. Prom was a reminder of ch......

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...Miss Bahamian Culture a woman who pledges loyalty to put Bahama land from the time she was conceived out of the womb Miss Bahamian Culture a woman who sheds the blood of gold, black and aqu......

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...4th of July Carnival magic On the town “square” Parade for the kids Crepe paper bike spokes Goats dyed pink by my Aunt Marjorie Small town America Fresh corn on the cob Oozing with butter......

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... The Grave Written: by Tom Wright 4/23/99 One crepe paper fashioned, crimson flower, someone has brought today. Faded, from another year or earlier shower that fell this morning in ......

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