Curious Poems - Poems about Curious

Enigmatically stubborn to style, the coif Some days it can be easily pulled off Other days it requires an exorcism Like Zoolander it can look like ‘Magnum’ Hides my receding hairline like a charm Sophistication to my head’s yardarm Its antidote is a very windy day Requiring heavy doses of hairspray When it works my lady wants to stroke it I recoil in fear,...

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A clever young crow from Belize Collected old buttons with ease. It hoarded its stash In a bucket of trash, And sold them for shiny gold cheese. ...

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With silent dread beneath the sky, I tell the truth; I do not lie. In mortal coil, I often ask, What lies beyond this fragile mask? The clock ticks on, a steady beat, Uncertain path below my feet— Uncertain path below my feet... For those who have wandered, This way before, Who now are gone, are here no more, Do they laugh or cry or...

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There once was a secret to tell, That started with one little spell, A whisper so sweet, It swept off your feet, And left you enchanted as well!...

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is that honeysuckle, jasmine or poison oak? If I get too close to it to take a photo, will it be a problem? I get a teensy bit closer, because I want a great photograph. My sister does not have to respond to my text. I am itching all over the place without even touching it....

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Dear guys,do you know one curious thing?, The tiny creatures always do wonders, ...

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Written: May 12, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Delicate views reveal fractured strands Grasping for straws, mere words alone Hidden from anxiety is a solitary grace We must share and embrace with fervor Proceed with dignity, in tranquil peace Roaming thoughts, unbridled perspectives. I'm engulfed by my views and obsessions. In hushed...

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I sit beside myself and think, And try to evaluate my life; Yes, my life that is blotted with ink My life of which evaluation would cause strife. A strife between the living and the dead, Between our world and theirs too; Between the ignoramus and the intellectually well-bred. A conflict none can describe as new! I sin and sin again and then...

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beatific ball curious cavorting cubs ~ progressive playground (February Full Moon – Ojibwe)...

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. my sneak 'round the barn OOOoh mine hind limbz ...

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Just another first Oh the joy of having a 3 year old grandson Who I can share my love And loves with. And so today I buy him his first CD Soundtrack to Curious George By an artist I listen to. “Without you I was broken But I’d rather be broke down With you by my side.” Indeed! (11/13/23) ...

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Seasons change, love remains; my heart stays soft. In marital bond, your touch soothes the hard. Though less gentle fondness falls from your mouth. Through gale storms and glee, I have held my mouth. In the autumn of our lives, I need soft, lambent serenades to supplant the hard. Each cycle through time has made your bind less hard. Weathering me brought...

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I ask you old man do thoughts of mortality affect todays plan...

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He is a curious little guy, we knew for sure. His eyes were piercing, but his heart was pure. For a fox, he is kind of dainty, said Old Mrs. Sight. Do not upset him, I replied, for he might bite. The fox was known to take a nibble or two. Out of a person, a lamp, a bread bag...

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The charming Lady Adler Irene; Was strangely nowhere to be seen; As revealed by this clear blanked out scene; Where those who knew her said she'd been, Where oft she did appear. That splendid genius Sherlock Holmes; For whom no mystery stayed unsolved; Took up the case within a beat; As it transpired this curious feat, Involved his very...

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