Fer Poems - Poems about Fer

Contours make a fool of your eyes, shadows smile wearing a disguise. Split-second metamorphosis, too quick to ever reminisce. That alabaster train floating, the gal with her sweetheart doting. What was it I thought I just saw? Blink and miss nature in the raw. Paint-drops on the world around us, broken polish will cause a fuss. Shivering when they juxtapose, a mirage of silhouettes grows. With...

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Please rate 1-10 (1 Santa would be proud or 10 A coal in your stocking!) A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree? The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this...

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When summer fires can burn a hundred miles of trees and winter cold can lock you into a deep freeze What with all them rattlers wolves and big grizzly bear You might think it dang’rous to ever come out here If you're looking for air to breathe that's crisp and clean See clear to the bottom of a cold running stream Want to...

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I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe, that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme, with all CAPS, this only brought er tear, This started me a thinkin' too look elce-where, excep', per'aps this prose isn't fer me, many have written 'ay book' I'll need my style, somethin' too share Sure fer this,...

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What's an Easter twofer? Rose and Ted celebrate Jesus first, then bunnies. Bible story done, then read the Sunday funnies. What's an Easter twofer? fancy hat Rose will wear, new clothes, they go to church. Mid-afternoon, a feast, as candy eggs they search. What's an Easter twofer? Rose's hat serves her well; morning - it warms her head. Better, this afternoon hides her goodies from Ted. April 19, 2022 Sponsor Andrea Dietrich Contest...

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~ pit viper - launches like jack in the box; strikes with deadly precision ~ Date written: 01/16/2022...

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Victorine, with your back to the fence, A sleeping puppy and a book in your lap, Looking respectable, prim and demure. Is that what they call a shirtwaist dress? I wouldn’t know, but the last time I saw you, You wore nothing but slippers, a gold bracelet, And a ribbon around your neck. You’ve not aged a day....

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running in the groove needle follows at speed hear the record skip as the needle slices through my lump Dying in vinyl crevice oil slick sides unable to climb needle coming round again jumping for the last time...

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“DaVinety, went and sleept ontha flur U see cuz daint na ruum in the bed fir me” For Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger...

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Each line is composed of two Anapaest metres and a final Spondee metre. Come to me and put thine sweet eyes on this note that thus came, e’en tries to put slander within my mind of the old and bad trite stale kind. What false lines do impinge thy name for such claims do, love, make thee blame in the splitting of...

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Roses is red; a dollar are green. Dough wuz the grandest thang Bubba'd done seen. He had a bad wreck and ruptured his spleen. His surgery wuz in a room that tweren't clean! He paid Doc with roses, and Doc got real mean. So Bubba sent dough--biscuits in a can. Doc planned to whup him, but Bubba he ran. Then he sent...

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Can't believe how youse guys rallied around When I said I was feeling a bit down I'm blown away by your unbelievable friendship You're the sweetest bunch of people around Poets all seem to be warm and sensitive Guess it's because we write about love Reminding us about the true meaning of life Tends to give our hearts a wee shove I'm eternally...

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I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe, that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme, with all CAPS, this only brought er tear, This started me a thinkin' too look elce-where, excep', per'aps this prose isn't fer me, many have written 'ay book' I'll need my style, somethin' too share Sure fer this,...

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Grandpa and his kin gathered at the mill, “It’s n’uther thanksgiving, y’all! Eat yer fill! Hey cuzz Joe Bob, what’s the deal? Whose turkey did y’all steal?” What turkey? Y’all be chompin on road kill! Yes siree y’all might have to chaw some, But this barbequed swill be awesome! Be a shame for it to waste, So salt and pepper to taste, And feast...

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Built somewhere between 1887 and 1889 she became a spot for lovers who overlook the city in amazement at the Seine as it flows lazily through the bustling city of narrow roadways and glimmering lights She rises from the ground this immense metal structure that speaks of man's ingenuity and imagination coddling those individuals who desire in their hearts to become one- she is inspiration both to civilians...

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