Diva Poems - Poems about Diva

She gracefully entered the room whereby the sounds in all the world stayed for a moment, her sweet perfume, a sensorial hand grenade, now tossed capriciously among the men, naive, so very young....

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butterfights on butterfly'd stopping goodbyes without saying i has a song not in your garden long time you spent washing all the dirts evidence "let miss thang be in control" just as long as she's around "but the old dead tree!" what about it? "it is gonna squish my house" so your not protected? "your right i should use my words" yes i am right that crooked witch uses the whips and...

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Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring- A Song of Nazrul Islam Babu (Niaz Mohammad Chowdhury) Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring higher on a flight of blindfolded pastime A restful walk through the memory lane, a glimpse into the mirror of a tranquil mind, to be rueful, once again Some of all...

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From the Book of Duration she asked me of something that I had know understanding in foing I refused to ask her to explain and teach me what I needed to know I knew my lack of the jargon would provent me from gurthering but do to the limitations of time I knew that to struggle might create the character that was needed. But her lack of...

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Twilight diva around a dusk, traveler birds ponder, Oblivious, forgetful, for an escapeway, quick paced Twilight diva around a dusk, traveler birds ponder, Oblivious, forgetful for an escapeway, quick paced, Stepping for the destination, approaching An overflowing hymn of a divine boon, Wandering out there, only for me, in near and far Twilight diva... Aloof mountaintop, clouded, morbid, surreal. A dusk, nostalgic, cuddling,...

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I look at my toes, appendages on aging feet; crusty nail on Hallux masked with crimson red; the others, too disfigured, even for this disguise. You placed your lips around it once; this toe a while ago, too long ago; before. Your lipstick matched the color, I remember. Faintly. All ten grip the edge of the board; though, I barely see them, past the distention. High...

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Diva duck has shiny blue swinging hair Smooth and silky, arranged with great care. We watch her fling her flipper feet in the air. She is being watched by a burly grizzly bear. He says what kind of human is she? Is she good to eat? Smacking his lips now, he says “I need a holiday treat.” We get out of...

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Darling diva cow puts on airs, said Ruth Could. Weird for her usual smell is nicotine putrid. No one can stand the stench of her pores or her coat. Barnyards smelled better with cows, pigs and one goat. Is that her? I asked pointing to a cow with legs. She was kicking one up, practically showing us eggs. Yes, and she...

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Dalmatian diva dressed deliberately for dinner Displaying delicate dainty polka dots, to try and look thinner Drinking deliriously delicious decaf, starring at a Doberman grinner Deciphering a designer’s dreamy design during her delectable dinner...

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Ultimate diva on fire is what Miss Piggy is. She twirls and whirls and thinks she’s a whiz. Spreading self-confidence around the room. Sparkly and sassy, she needs no prince or groom. Her feathered boa is laced with silver and gold. At a hundred and fifteen, Miss Piggy will not be old. What can I say about her? Where do I...

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Why do you call her the chimpanzee diva? I ask a bit too much. I think it sounds a bit mean, because I have not seen her yet. She floods herself into the party wearing satin and such. She puts her clutch on the hutch and says, “I am no one’s pet.” Her clothes are designer fine, and her...

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On her velvet, aquamarine divan, With poetic thoughts, so sylvan. At peace with midnight’s universe. The starlit sky, understands her verse. How near to God, in heart, is she. Her feathered, poetic quill, sings of eternity! ...

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*Image of The Diva by Pixabay. Italian Sonnet Free Style: The Diva A day of miracles descended and she doth speaketh and clearly, she seeing not heard yet, her awkward lips shift, being the woman we all know too well, Suzanne. By the way, tis spelt clearly with two n's and not one, woman, and now that Gawds gift has unwrapped herself, when...

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Lilly Fay was an operatic singer Touted as being a diva humdinger She could hit High C, Easy as could be But up there it's impossible to linger. written March 25, 2022...

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“The diva is high,” says the news, “huge splash in the pool and a bruise.” She scores off the scale. She’s thin as a whale. Crowd wades in her blubbering blues. 2/12/2022...

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