Daytimes Poems - Poems about Daytimes

...When a woman seems a preferable quality Some folks will still have questions about her qualifications as long as she qualified to play Her house role quietly and other things quickly. As she ......

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...Embroidery whose titan never gets credit An empire whose founder is long forgotten And exists only as an adage, whose tale relives Long forgotten history History that ministered hope to those dim......

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...With starting lines in measured meters Down back alleys we would run. Asphalt drawn with borrowed paint Against each other’s clocks. However matter what the speed, Our youth could not outru......

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...The Hidden Truth When darkness comes and steals the night. It bumps and hides from daytimes light. Bastioned from the light of day. The night time harvest is under way. The shadows stalk its......

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...We’ve known each other forty years, Or close, to be exact And somehow, our core group of six Has mostly stayed intact. Since the start, our monthly dinners Kept us in each other’s loops And t......

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......It wasn’t easy living out on her own, she was young and she made her mistakes, went to night school to learn to cut hair, and in the daytimes tables she did wait. At twenty years old she was......

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...Welcome back, white rose of summer, Haven’t seen you since last fall. You braved storm days of winter and Their cold and frosty winds Mother Nature kept you safely Through those long cold wint......

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...Lock the door, close the WiFi, Telephone and the Internet In the dark night, I lay in bed The subconscious in the daytimes get released, Allowing Heaven, Land, an......

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...I'm feeling so disturbed You were exemplary like 2 and 2 Like my collection of stamps Like the content of my bookshelf Forgive me on thursdays But my wantings were out of tune And I was caugh......

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...There was so much rain in your voice. Daytimes that slept with shadows. Perfect perfidies piling your W.C. Handy eight-bar bravado I never knew your midnight, your pluck of broken glass. ......

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...Version by Elton Camp (I make no claim to this centuries-old tale. It’s usually presented in the form of a short story, so I decided to cast it as a humor/pathos poem brought more up to date.) ......

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...SO WHERE DID VAN GOGH GO? Van Gogh gave his ear, I gave my heart Van Gogh had his art, I was torn apart Van Gogh had a starry starry night I have daytimes that never seem so bright Van Gogh had vi......

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...I remember a time when each day was long, When the world was a playground and my life a song. And I flutter through the years with barley a care, Ignoring the future and what waited there. Scho......

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...Thinking back on you and I It doesn’t seem that long It’s hard for me believing how The years have come and gone Everything about you still So fresh inside my mind Precious memories locked away But n......

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