Fave Poems - Poems about Fave

Our heroine Dorothy is caught up in a storm, She looks around as she lands, unbeknown will transform Children’s dreams in an adventurous way, With her new friends, let’s say hurray, Magic shoes travel The Yellow Brick Road, not the norm. They discovered the Wizard Of Oz was human, a con, But gave Scarecrow his much wanted brains, wow...

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To fave or not to fave, is that the question Whether ‘tis nobler to remain silent To hurl faint praise and fortune Suffer the pangs of outrageous doubt Or take up arms against a sightless algorithm And by opposing them. ..To try – to sleep, No more: amid the angst of glory’s glut To write, perchance to dream, now there’s...

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squirrel dressed up like the count is mighty fine. She runs door to door, loving it when she is next in line. Candy comes in so many flavors, snickers is her fave. She picks out all of the nuts, which make her happily rave...

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First day of Fall—hey, I love the way I feel today “Just a simple little ditty, not too long and not so witty, but a feel-good sweet refrain that I’m proud of all the same.” —by poet...

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A big part of being my most special favorite-est: my desire to contemplate her more does persist I'll write more soon, even if it takes me an hour! On my fave poetess: St Therese the Little Flower I'm back online now, reading some of her poetry They are the type to be savored, so I can't hurry She's surprisingly bright for...

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We mark as favourite, poems that stir our soul, hoping to rekindle the flame, perhaps another day, another time but more oft than not, we do not cross the same river twice, forgetting what we mark. 22-June-2022...

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Don't bring a knife to the middle of a gunfight don't be ill-prepared 2019 September 18...

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Through Fedal's incessant reign He pierced his way to glory With plenty of effort and pain He scripted a new story First Slam in 2008 Number one three years later But what a miserable fate- Injury made him retire ...

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Collecting 45's, I could not wait for albums of groups' greatest hits to be released; one band I thought was pretty great put out the album most well-liked by me. Its psychedelic cover art was cool. And Golden Bisquits was the album’s name. I listened very often after school to those songs that enjoyed radio fame. “One,” (the Loneliest Number), fed into my teenage...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals hasty introductions and we're on our way for a night of reading at Poetry Café We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet with fellow Soupers, a veritable treat Yasmin the sneak had their names withheld we're apprehensive yet still by curiosity propelled My fingers are crossed to meet Eileen...

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Emotions diverse 'pon reading your verse laughing and crying spontaneous face a-beaming tears a-streaming joyful and sad smile-utaneous My head is swollen my heart all but stolen wending across the vast pond may stars shine my smiles on you o'er the miles of whom I'm mutually fond I'm honored; moreover positively bowled over by your verse with acumen penned of untold pleasure your writ I will treasure crack poet and...

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You reckon you're a poet that title, forego it though you churn out verse at a rate perverse and polish and tweak cos perfection you seek to replace Mark Twain but a wish will remain I rate you no more than a comment-whore Yet with ambivalence masochistic diligence I seek out your writes to soar me to heights with your style unique all my senses are peaked silky rhythm...

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Time and again what you write is my FAVE They stay in my memory and never FADE You don’t know the difference your words have MADE You always choose just the right MODE Whether its one of the olds or one of the MODS Your writing is truly a gift from the GODS Into my favourites another one GOES...

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I love the little game we play when your asleep stuck bewteen the two worlds of the unconscious and the conscious mind when I whisper your name and kiss you a few times but you smile no matter how tired you are welcoming me to come to that place of the unconscious and I love ripped up jeans so soft and comforting as i run my fingers over your knees and I admire how durible the fabric remains after 3 long years like us and I smile and I love conversations spent holding each other feeling the leather on my back as your fingers trace outlines of my face and the once or twice cryings where we were too honest breaking each other hearts but here where we...

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