Drive Back Poems - Poems about Drive Back

...The stop sign became lopsided on July 24th. It started when- Cars became designed to move too quickly for us to handle. My first car rolled up to that stop sign. When it was new and my car was......

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...The dog of my life This is not an evening when one feels jubilant When I look out of the window, I see a few cars going up and down the road till they reach the roundabout and drive back past my ......

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...My Best is at Rest. This is a tribute to my Lifelong Best Friend Katrina. My Best friend/Sister has passed on from this life. She lived a life of love. To know her was to automatically love her.......

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... We were bused from Sacramento to Reno. We rode a train from Reno to Salt Lake City. We then bused from SLC to Kansas City. Somewhere along the I-80 route, we crossed the Great Divide. At t......

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... I don’t think I’ve had a chance to express myself yet But what I’m about to say might make you forget The words I’ll say might leave you with no trust But for all the dirt will clear thy rust......

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...Green Trees Don’t Make It Everyday I look out and see The ugly green trees Standing guard in front of my house. And I think to myself Who owns the trees? And what do they think of us?......

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...I like to think all my memories are floating…some separate…some combined… in an every-deepening ocean…somewhere in the recesses of my mind. Sometimes as I walk along the shore when sparked by a f......

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...When you from New Orleans dey gon do a lot of things. Dey gon fix it Dey gon call me Dey gon go by dey self Dey gon think about it Dey gon bring it over here Dey said dey gon send me a email ......

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...Hercule Poirot entered Santa Claus’s large factory, shivering with cold. The great detective looked back and saw Frosty the Snowman grinning with delight. Hercule brushed off the snow from his impe......

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...Human history is difficult; hard pressed, discovering and rediscovering, connecting and reconnecting feelings about therapeutic needs and sacred wants for trauma-prevention peace trust joy ......

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...I put two garbage bags of junk into my husband’s car trunk. I am ready to start filling up the lonely green dumpster. Most of the year he sits forlornly with two or three measly bags. I am off sch......

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...Spending an entire weekend with one of your best friends is a treat onto itself, but spending an extended weekend with the same frie......

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...Her birthday We’re having lunch in the Cascais centre at a posh restaurant with a sea view. The price of the lunch was outrageous steak with salad and chips, which she could not eat because o......

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...All of herself, she gave, Just to feel now betrayed. Here, on the edge of the cliff, she sits, Filled with emotions of regrets. Every memory is tattooed on her......

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...Was it the honey moon we shared after driving all night through Wisconsin? Or was it the long move West to San Francisco from East of The Mississ......

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