Donna Poems - Poems about Donna

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Donna Fine is full of conceity I do not know why for the life of me With self-exaltation she shows her pride Her boasting makes her difficult to abide Narcisstic tendency are in her family line I stay away from this creepster, Donna Fine...

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Someone I used to know I saw today. It’s been ten years or more I saw her last although she didn’t live too far away from where I live, but time goes by so fast. How gracious this lady named Donna Kay - who occupies small spaces from my past; those short conversations I had with her are fragments that now have...

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The florist does deliver upon the hour-not to leave the women dour, last-minute coddling, a sycophant in fact. A Christmas turkey was spent with the in-laws; an act of bravery to cater for the nieces, nephews, a widower as a cousin but a miraculous occasion that it is without much persuasion, his immaculate conception we...

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Dee Daffodil Donna Found fabulous Flora and Fauna Floating in a sizzling sauna What are you doing? She said Their eyes were closed, their faces were red They were as relaxed as if they were in bed Neither answered her at all They were asleep, dozing through her call Finally relaxed, after all....

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Be you! Yelled Aunt Donna. Laugh! Sing! Play! Dance! The cat gave her his slow eye, she was ignored by dog Chance. Be the best you that you can be! She yelled at them. Play I mean Play! The dog took the hint and began doing a boogie lively and gay. The cat did not care, no one could...

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There once was a boy name of Rick So ugly he made his girl sick, When nighttime descended The girl soon repented And loved him quite lickedy-split! There once was a girl name of Donna Who spent lots of time in the sauna She might once have been pretty, And her titties were bitty, Ugly Rick still thought her Nirvana....

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Prima donna cat had ruffles on top of ruffles. She looks clown like said our clown Muffles. She is doing okay, she looks pretty a butterfly said. She was so thrilled, she danced way past his head. Prima donna cat loved her giant pink tutu. But she has lost her left pink ballet shoe. I need some help she said as...

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Donna is at the door. We think of her as the petition lady. She brings them over at a fast pace. Always angry about something or somebody. Donna’s dementia has taken over her life. She is 96 years young. It is easier to sign the petitions than to say no. No means she is coming in to convince us. This week I have...

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Bella Donna. . Her penetrating eyes speak From the very deep Far hidden reaches Of her grave cold Haunting soul Her ivory skin pale and fare That tastes and smells devine like summer fruits She is the girl who graced my dream One night With locks of sun kissed auburn hair How I hungered nibble her elegant neck And kiss those shoulders that...

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Covered thinly, by a bloody clot. Unhealed. Congealed. Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress fulfilled. That your body is still here is the best that can be said of this, the first year....

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My first cousin Donna now belongs to eternity She went to live in England and Ireland Married an Irishman and had two nice boys She could not keep herself away from the siren lure of drugs Last time I saw her she was puffing on reefers like there was no tomorrow I am not really one to talk have indulged in illegal...

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There you are strolling about a drink in one hand and a smoke in your mouth A dimly lit club with familiar people as you say your hello's you are greeted by the female's Watching you interact touching the very small of their backs tender, gentle, a romantic perhaps My finger now moist from the liquid in my glass like a potion that I'm...

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Lindsay Donna Angel Sweet kisses fill the room as she swept her broom Silence as in a beckoning shutter filter the room Out of her sadness fills up with gladness we she sees me coming through For when I look into her eyes I could see a future A future filled with both hope & love...

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Reincarnation Of Donna Larie I keep having these strange nightmares Of a woman being burned alive in a car, I dont know who this woman is But I feel connected to her from a far, I feel so emotionally and physically connected To this nightmare, I can feel my flesh burning as if I was actually there, As the nightmares got worse I was...

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