Dates Poems - Poems about Dates

They don't know my name. I keep it hidden between the folds of my skirt. They told me I had to wear it but they don't like that they can't see my legs anymore. I keep it hidden in the bows holding my pigtails together. They don't know my name. I'm my father's daughter, my brother's...

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food and medicine red or yellow and dark brown ~ so sweet like honey A fruity haiku Poetry Contest. Sponsored by lovely poetess Tania Kitchin. ...

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"Nothing changes but the date on the calendar." By Poet We love our pretty calendars holding our favorite pictures. Many pictures of cute animals, some of majestic land or sea views. Each month changes with new pictures to enjoy. We circle the dates we need to remember, never wanting to forget our appointments or events. I like to...

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40 years passed ...

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Went on several romantic Arabian night dates With a hot guy from the United Arab Emirates. Now I am secretly longing as hopeless romantic heart waits. ...

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There are love this year That said goodbye Love that lost their half Friendship that got angry Did not reconciled anymore Love is celebrated everyday Without having special date Friendship is enjoyed without schedule Love that goes beyond gifts and dates....

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I heard the door open. It was Leeza (Lisa’s 14-year-old sister), she’d been out on a date. I was the only one in the living room as she came in and sagged, dejectedly onto the huge, white sectional couch, right next to me. She looked positively deflated. Which is unusual because up until now, she’s been all freckles and smiles Ok,...

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enchanting ravishing seductress keeps men guessing her constant needs her latest conquest is my cousin Gus victim of her spells, no one can supersede full of blarney and oodles of bull twisting him about with great success she has mesmerized poor Gus’s soul a black widow who does not confess...

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It's funny, looking at artists work date of birth - date of death and date of artwork... I expect them to be dead expect some relevance to date created to say "ahh, just before they died" or "oh, so young and so early in their endeavours" What am I doing? Looking at points in time!? It's something I disliked about...

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summer has started bunch of unripe green palm dates soon shall yellow shine...

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Helen’s blind date had told her about his watermelon car. She thought he was kidding, but he had gone too far. He arrived to pick her up and she laughed until she cried. Blind date ended up leaving her there with her cousin Cyde. He was a nutbucket, Clyde told her. Blind dates are bad. The next guy she was...

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We get to see you rise, step on the cold floor When the clock strikes five in the dark. Your cell goes gaga over nothing, you lie next to our lot, begging attention. When the lily in your garden and the mynah Over the sill shows up, your sleep spent, You look at the mirror to get a fresh impression...

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Certain dates we don’t forget For it is automatic To think about events which In our lives were quite traumatic. November twenty-second and Eleventh of September Are dates my generation Will just naturally remember. But other dates are personal And even if I tried, I never could forget today, The date my father died. Each year I flash back to that time And feel that jolt of pain That...

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There is something to be afraid of about afternoon dates. They take you to secret meetings and blind dates. Random strangers giving forgettable kisses; But nothing is built except for “burning bridges” They say it’s fun spending time on afternoon dates. It’s found in the dark room where the devil’s pleasure awaits. A quench of thirst is a quench of mistake; But...

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Ever tune anything in a dark hallway? Ever tune anything in a dark hallway? Let’s dance on rose petals and glass; Let’s dance on rose petals and glass; Anything, let’s dance in a dark hallway, and ever tune glass on rose petals? A slow song that always speeds up; A slow song that always speeds up; Overactive pulse hops in your throat; Overactive...

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