Doxy Poems - Poems about Doxy

...April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and fil......Read the rest...

...April 9th, 2023 birthday poem for dearly departed papa Borne aloft into the netherland the body bearing thee soul of Boyce Brandon Harris birth name given to my late father buoyed aloft uni......Read the rest...

...Literate lettered latitudinarian Presents the following slapdash higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader experiences being mentally hogtied perusing pseudo poetic perambulation devoid of sens......Read the rest...

...just take off a layer or walk around topless i am the archpriest eating sugar puffs i am the prelate eating bagels i am halfway in and halfway out the window the mother-in-law wants i......Read the rest...

...You severed me for your paramour, My first love, you are mon amour, Doxy of love surround your heart, Betrayed in the lanes of my sweeheart, Sweeping the hectic lanes, Sleeping in the lon......Read the rest...

...April 9th, 2021 birthday poem for dearly departed papa Elysian fields embraced dada's soul which rocketed into aerospace (courtesy General Electric satellite) just a tad more'n six months ago, ......Read the rest...

...Friendly pirate wannabe flies his Jolly Roger... while surfing cyber seas today March 2nd, 2021. Actually yours truly quite a literate codger (ah shucks just missed being draft dodger) no not f......Read the rest...

...Courtesy Gretchen Rubin's four tendencies... Yours truly classified as rebel after accessing https://quiz.gretchenrubin.com/. I thank Renée J. Cardone affiliated with Spring Ford, Pennsylvani......Read the rest...

...How much Time you spend in me You don't hear , you don't see The God is here the God is there He knows how much I really care I am not fine but I can be Sun is down over the Sea The pungent mo......Read the rest...

...Do not fall in love with a poet: Breakfast would be a couplet. Lunch would be a quatrain: Personified, pithy and prolix on metaphoric train. Supper would be a sonnet: Smithereens of oomph......Read the rest...

...SHIVER ME TIMBERS! Once a cut-throat and cannon ball dodger Now a one legged salty old codger But when ship enters docks he Will look up an old doxy And hoist up with a good Jolly Roger......Read the rest...

...I am archaic and forgotten these are my dusty tomes The perennial deipnosophist verbally alone With flowing ink my guide, the page my diligent doxy I capriciously choose my diction and propose......Read the rest...

...Through hazy mirrors A doxy appears to be doused Within suicide languages Hips bemoaning white filigrees Caressed by a famine of beatitude designed to elicit tragedy......Read the rest...

...As the bark of fear ascends callow pages crease illustrating a youthful doxy abreast a sheet of smoke waltzing betwixt velveteen lips as if tomorrow’s mistakes mattered yesterday......Read the rest...