Fair Poems - Poems about Fair

He told me all is fair in war, that he studied all of our wars. That when they take over, everything will belong to them. He told me, when a new culture of government takes over they instill all of their laws and cultures, making all the old ones cancelled. All is fair in war...

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The Gilded Age by Mark Twain in his 1873 novel /The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today, which satirized the era's materialism and political corruption is just what this King has ordered in his Megabill —Poetess There was economic prosperity, tho unconscionable social inequality as a few “robber barons” tycoons amassed great fortunes, whereas degradation inflicted dire poverty, mass...

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I was just a girl of six or seven, Stubborn, wild, yet touched by heaven. Mornings woke with fairs in bloom, Joy would dance in every room. Only from Nani’s hands I’d eat, Her love was warm, her touch was sweet. We'd stroll through lanes with hearts so light, The world felt safe, the sky so bright. But if she left for work...

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Helpless Winners At The Fair Clone Wolf Tantrum Rages Leader Of The Pack… Careless Sycophants Elephantile Contagions Self-Defeating Victims. The Old Irony Escapes Bare-Knuckles Modeled, Paling… Grabbing Artificial Pleasure From Manipulation's Freshest Kill. Your Cheeks Are Tender Bloody Sweet All You Cuddle- Yummy Treats! Your Tribe Awaits With A Better Hat And Sweater - Be-Damned… Re-Damned. AGAIN! Idolizers. What...

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"I can stand any ride at the fair," said my brother, so he took my dare. He rode on the Comet, and then he hurled vomit stuck disgustingly in his date's hair. ...

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Life isn't fair, as we would wish it to be under the clear sky, And perhaps this is the first truth that silently touches our souls. Some are born with more luck, love, or unknown riches, While others fight with every step for a fragment of peace. But that doesn't mean you're cut off from another universe, Or that you're...

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I’d gladly trade technology For life before A.I., When brains and effort were the things On which we did rely. When human contact helped to solve Our problems or our fears, Without the witch hunts which today Can sabotage careers. When children got to play outside And passwords weren’t used And many things did not exist That get me so confused. When cars had keys and tv...

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New Zealand is more progressive and fair than most nations in 1893, she was the first country to give women the right to vote. a right that makes sense in every country except America. where your vote might never count, until the electoral college is abolished. an archaic system that ensures the wealthy get more say New Zealand looks better than...

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Of fair weather, it holds me in its charms. Godspeed of June, be jealous for light rays. She’s heard my plea, now let me play and smile. The pleasantries; hotlanta held at bay. And withstanding the green and merry glow, the yellow blooms, the aha reds, sky blues, I reminisce and kiss and sigh, soaring with feet of dendrites’ pulse and oxygen. The...

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Each sip dream treat makes time drift slow class tea swill luscious full marks fair trade Reward rich harvests from farm land crews as they sweat and toil ...

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Be dark or fair, folk have pride in their hair Although often hair leads one to despair Finding it's tousled and tied up in knots After sleeping upon one's precious locks. Or when hair has been lovingly blow-dried Getting caught in the rain and tears are cried For you and me hair’s our crowning...

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We drink with care That's a fair way To share our fun....

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MAY I LOVE YOU A FAIR ADO- A fair ado May I love you And may I pray Alas, for you And may I Hold your heart For mines beating reciprocity A fair ado 5/8/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025...

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Could it be everything happens for a reason, Or is it something one usually would say. Kindred spirits that have roamed Through space and time, Sharing moments and a history of past lifetimes. Always by chance our paths happened to meet, Always ending with just a memory. A memory that endures through lifetimes, Precious memories that linger in the Backroads of one’s...

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Yeah, I know ~ my poetic output contains a fair bit of junk. But then ~ even God created something called a skunk. In the works of all unparalleled thinkers, you can expect quite a few stinkers. Most attempts at art never attain great heights ~ most just immediately go ~ kerplunk. I don't take myself too seriously. If ever I did,...

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