Dab Poems - Poems about Dab

a runaway cloud streaks through an open sky spoiling the otherwise perfect blue AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 29, 2025...

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“A Little Dab Will Do You” By: Miracle Man January 5, 2024 Morning placed another snow day, under my belt. I’m searching for excitement while, watching it melt. It didn’t snow much just enough, to make a mess. But it painted a beautiful picture, I readily confess. As flakes were falling they moved, across the ground. Also, the north west wind’s whistle, was the only sound. ...

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Ya know baby you're usually right Center cut, intherace, that's your place On target, red carpet, gotomarket Hittin' the bull's eye, 'n baby, I'm your guy Smack-Dab babe Like the Nile, you flow the right way Like Carlyle, know what ta say With you, I'm okay If ever I'm off and stray Grab meaway, gimme a jab Baby, that's Smack-Dab You're like Ophelia, Antonin Scailia, multimedia,...

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dab dab wab? Under the simplified shade of a sparrows wing one does not strut. It is merely there to shield and shields are shapes and shapes are not shifting. Steel blows to a mud are unwelcome and untimely. Plus they are not akin to an orchestra playing in a beautiful sunlit chapel. Chat then to...

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A shade of yellow, paint with blue Blemishes the canvass, all in crude Creativity in the lazy sky Dulled in myriad etches drawn Enthusiasm overwhelming Fields of hope now ascending God given blessings bestowed Heaven's a bliss to behold In the artist's loving hand Jaded with clues after clues Keen on its every detail Life time's own redemption Memoirs upon the final touch Nature's guise to reach heights Oils...

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Sofia the large sandy crab Afraid of a life too drab Took to the sea With her cousin Kong Kee And a six spotted floundering dab Oh Kong Kee now this is the life No worries no trouble no strife Shoulda done this before She got hit by an oar And that was the end of her life The dab and Kong Kee carried on To...

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Recently I got tired of being a puppet on a string. I’m not sure why, but I woke up, and then it all made sense. Until that point, I’d spent my life deep in mind’s pretense. I found my heart, I dove straight in, and much to my surprise, I landed smack dab in the center...

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