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Edith Poems - Poems about Edith


Premium Member Jealous Edith Becomes Dangerous
Edith was filled with blind invidiousness Everything Norma did irritated her Edith could not release her envy Focusing her attention on Norma’s every step Every word she said, everything she did annoyed Edith She began scheming how to make her enemy disappear Crazy jealousy had turned Edith into a potential killer She spent day and night imagining Norma’s demise When Norma arrived to...

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Categories: edith, jealousy, women,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Oh Edith Love, Refuse Me Not
A Sonnet Without A Usage, Doth not this piercing soul go down with timeless songs unsung by you? Besmirched like coal this old clown feels singed, moreover feeling blue Fork the mile come to my rescue deliver joy to me beloved one Suitor of my core, I love you more then time more...

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Categories: edith, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet



Premium Member Archie and Edith
Archie Bunker World War II veteran and blue-collar worker Anticatholic, racist, sarcastic twisted sense of humor Edith his submissive wife never anger or ranter Edith Bunker Naive wife about life and a chatty wonder Archie would tell her, Would you stifle yourself, it drove him insane Loves her husband all the same 10/4/2021 All In The Family Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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Categories: edith, character,
Form: Clerihew
Premium Member Archie and Edith
Archie Bunker A good ol' boy, Opinionated and moody, He tended to be broody. Edith Bunker Was Archie's wife. With a cheerful outlook she fought his strife. The one bright spot in Archie's life. ALL IN THE FAMILY...

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Categories: edith, husband, wife,
Form: Clerihew
Edith Lived Here
Edith Lived here Black & white photo A house where Edith Piaf lived Casting a long shadow On a summer street. Blank windows The house is unpainted As always Edith has gone Her voice lives on She had no regrets....

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Categories: edith, death, death of a
Form: Blank verse



Premium Member Archie and Edith
Archie Bunker made Edith a saint His attitude made most people faint His words often cruel He acted like a fool But She still loved him with no complaints 2/2/19 Limerick 4 Contest Sponsor: Joseph May 9,9,6,6,9 (Howmanysyllables.com)...

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Categories: edith, funny,
Form: Limerick
Edith Is Found
At the foot of the stairwell face up she lay, knocked, smashed, kicked, robbed, disfigured, lifeless so it seemed, when the police came, with ambulance attending. In the trauma ward it was all we knew, except her name was Edith. Over eighty the nurses guessed she might...

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Categories: edith, caregiving, character, endurance, friendship,
Form: Narrative
Books By Edith
What we like best about books by Edith Are all well worth it and will readeth And would always walk many a mile To buy one written Southern Style. One might be a marvelous mystery While other was about local history Was character who had been so shy Blushed each time she would pass by. So at St. James she became an acolyte Making...

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Categories: edith, religious,
Form: Couplet
Edith
“No, I have no regrets.” Golden-winged One of love’s truest voices, If you’ve ever regretted The early abandonment The life of the bordello the circus The street performances vocal and acrobatic The early blindness thankfully early passing The altered states of your mother’s legacy The false accusations of murder The too early passing Of Marcelle and Marcel Your beautiful songs Have never showed a bit of it Except when...

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Categories: edith, hero, love, music, passion,
Form: Verse
Edith '08
For 'music to my pen' contest - (Poem about Edith Piaf with reference to the song ''no regrets'' and her autobiography) Sat up, Listening to sparrow. Her every single word. Loosing my memories. Each night hoping, That I might, One day remember. Rested head, Did you hear her? Each breathe a diamond. Roughly cut out of love. Never enough. Her tears my lullaby. Oh how I...

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Categories: edith, art
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things