Dame Poems - Poems about Dame

It tolls eighty eight, times to symbolize that someone has died .It wasn’t the ordinary man in the street or the man that frequently disrupt the people’s heart beat; it wasn’t the fellow down the road or the man tending to sheep up the road, it was the man that wore the papacy cap and...

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This Dame no longer believes in luck even my existence doesn’t make it real I’m the spitting image of prosperity still she doesn’t believe.. not at all sitting here wishing for another time another day another melancholy face what turned your brandy bitter what turned all those dreams sober eyes that would always roll the dice that inner light has become...

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Even in the nude – Imogene Bertha Gertrude – Bad vibes today, dude ...

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Luminous lids lift, languidly unveiling vistas of vibrant verse, as lavish laughter lines lips that lure with lyricism. Sultry syllables swirl, a sweet serenade that saturates the senses, summoning sonnets that soar on solar winds. Gentle gestures glide, a gracious gamut of elegance, as each delicate digit dances, dripping with dignified demeanor. Fiery fervor flashes, a fervent fusion...

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Someone had called him the Dame Tamer. Rugged good looks made him no shamer. Alone, he wore a pink rose and a gold ring through his nose. His close friends knew him as a flamer....

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when with much anguish you will find what you do wish in liter languish head had hit the roof up Trump always sure to goof need burden of proof Trump would play a game why me would anyone blame disturbed by a dame...

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Got my cigar, got my guitar My thinking spot is never far On the bench, sunset in view The western sky is painted you In colors of the pastel type My love for you reveals no hype I fingerpick a favorite song This one is Bluebird, it's not too long Just long enough for me to play And send the melody out your...

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Whar art thou dame of my dream? Eagerness readily overtakes me prior to succumbing to nightly slumber. Tis boot a blink when eyelids become relaxed adrift abed invariably occurs counting backwards from one hundred – a simple sleep aid technique to usher deep and profound submersion into subconscious state. Once transition from...

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She stood on the ironing board frame Where waves of clothes she’d tame She surfed on thoughts high Inside the barrel green room a dame Landing on the blue waves she did fly! 14.7.22 A LImerick Poem...

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A crying shame To fetch oneself a crying name From regularized dirty game Choosing to not be The Tame, Forgetting where from we came Good and Evil treating as same; The soul damning for fame And oneself ceaselessly blame The Once – Pretty, Shriveled Dame Having chosen to be the Spiritual Lame To paradise laying not...

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En route avec le Seigneur on l'a suit Aucun regret Parmis la forêt Mes pionniers Vous avez bien trouvés Lesson d'amour Au secours Apprendre à partagé Vous avez bien semés Dieu retrouve en moi Choix de sa foix Au temps du respect Une jeunesse imparfaite Mon Dieu je te demande pardon Merci de vos leçons Plus de souffrance Viens on danse Tu te rapproche Au fait des roches Du village petit L'épiphanie...

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Out on a calm day, wind would gust she didn’t know She was in distress when it swirled up her kimono. December 2, 2021 Contest : Your Funniest Couplet Ever Sponsor : L Milton Hankins...

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On a summer day I saw a pretty dame bathing in the warm waves of the beach's tub. She tanned her skin to adorn her slim frame, massaging its softness with each gentle rub. From that distance, she exuded sweet fragrance stemming from the refining of her radiance. Sensual movements from lips, hips, curves, legs and hands made me fantasize as I...

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if my voice could breath sweet melody and loom across the ancient sea shall crimson lips breath thy last goodbye northern winds shall carry sweet reply unto a gloomy grave thus thine fled the Norwegian Theresa I vow to wed and thou I be in dreadful loneliness leap from the ocean tide in hopelessness many the days thy face appears hidden in a moist...

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When she entered the French tea house, we all fell in line. Everything about her was elegant, she was amazing and refined. The embroidered frogs on her hand-designed jacket, the latest style. She outclassed the queen of society, Cam Collie by at least a mile. I could see Cam Collie was angry by flash of her dark brown eyes. Delicate,...

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