Hate Daffodils Poems

In this pot of Daffodils
There's one not quite the same.
It's paler than the others,
A larger head, a different name.

Still they grew together
Radiant and bright.
In their...

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Oh, how my heart weighs heavy with remorse
For making a once sweet fruit, so bitter, so coarse
She had lovely nature and endless in heart

But I,...

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Love Loves it when,
Romance is in the air,
And we agree to share.

Love Loves it when,
Children come first,
And we wait to quench our thirst.

Love Loves it...

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I am anywhere, I am everywhere, and most of the time I am nowhere.

I am silent, I am loud, and most of the time I...

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Rhiannon

He used to call me a cold piece

Ivory pieces on the table
Cain & Gable 
 3 chains O gold it rings 
Woven vices into dreams
Creating...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Washing Instructions

Put the clothes in the washer. 
not quickly, but slowly. 
There was a day, 
this would all be done, 
by hand. 

Four or five...

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My Kid Sister

I have one, 
or at least sort of. 
I have one, 
that I was never around…
growing up. 
Divided families do that, 
they get...

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Needy

Wants!
They are so hard to handle.
Everyone has one, even if they don’t want one. 
Some try to hide theirs, but it shows. 
I hate to...

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The Yellow House

On the corner of first and no where, 
is a place that serves biscuits and gravy. 
They have grits and liver with onions....

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I HATE THAT WORDSWORTH

“I wandered lonely as a cloud”.
So starts the famous Wordsworth ode
My teacher makes me read out loud.

To me that Wordsworth is a...

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(World War One Poem)

Field Of Dreams

The World has stated our freedom,
the worms shall share a soldier's fear.
To look above my trench
is to be a thief...

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I find waking up a challenging, time consuming chore 
As I rather enjoy cavorting with kings, queens and wanton whores. 

I admit I’m drawn to...

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Oh, to be in England 
Now that April's showers have gone
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, aware,    
Deep division or apalling...

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A solid belief of karmic influence becomes
fluidus
but life was questioning again.

You take to wars
with thousand of nukes:
still the daffodils were dancing.

Float me on the bodies...

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