Fit Poems - Poems about Fit

She is doilies, lace and class I am leather, oak and brass But when she slips her hand in mine Together, we are gold refined. ...

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My dog dug a hole large enough to push my husband’s F-150 into. How do you know? Because Poochie pushed Richie’s truck in there. At least he apologized, right? He is a golden. I think they have manners. Not yet. He disappeared on Wednesday The day after it happened. ...

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Why try to fix something that isn't broke?Why try to mend a structure that is fine. What is the point in fixing something that is fine. I don't understand why you keep messing with my mind. Am I not a perfect being that you made? What is not wrong with this blade? Why can't you...

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Each ring alone too big to fit, slips on finger, disclosing its excess. Too tight the hold, the urge to control. Too much the hope to fill the void, the more it squeezes, the embrace to yield. But, when entwined and combined, the three rings loop and interface to make a perfect fit for finger. A trinity in harmony. ...

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Life came in one shoe fit Determined to live and not quit Made the wrong choices Managed to overtake and make right Achieved of value in knowing how establish No question needed with answer Fighter of life with no surrender spirit No need to say sorry There is no worry Some would say merit while others would say punk Call it what you will I understand...

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There once was a clown who paraded around town he thought the world of himself and liked everything to be top shelf He bought himself a mannequin he married her no panickin' soon his humour was delirious his motives as mysterious He found himself a throne and claimed it as his own he put a crown upon his stead to cover his bald head He started waving...

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It's a fresh day To play in a new way To convey each light ray More pray, no delay, fair pay We stay where we lay What can I say? Stand up, quit your sit Take a breath, rest a bit Ensure you stay fit Get ready for the hit Grab your jumping kit Fall not into pit As he'd walk into your block In seconds, he'll...

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I'm caramel, gooey and sometimes saucy. Sweet but sometimes salty. Everybody knows it ~ not sure if you do I'm still figuring out what you are because once I've seen your prickly side I keep picturing you as jalapeno To be quite honest ~ I can't help but think we might not be the ideal combination AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025 ...

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WHERE DO I FIT IN AM I INVISIBLE, OR MY PRESENCE UNKNOWN, DO I EVEN EXIST, OR FOREVER ON MY OWN. I DO EXIST, I AM STANDING HERE, YELLING INSIDE, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR. CAN YOU SEE AT ALL WHO I AM INSIDE, WHAT IGNITES MY PASSION, WHAT MAKES ME CRY. LET...

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Neither exceptional nor unexceptional Where do I fit in... With all the rest of humankind ~ no one’s free of sin ...

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Write Nine Beautiful Lines (with a twist) Poetry Contest Constance La France Sometimes, a mismatch leads to a happy life missed By Author We crossed the illusion of marriage hand in hand To his father’s tune and marching band He opened the doors and curtains to our life And was beaming proud of his son and wife The dad presented and gifted our...

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On the bench is where she will sit What's going on she just doesn't get Been tender loyal loving and the rest Making sure things are at there best From outside others seem to judge Yet to help no one will budge Thinking that she is not safe alone She should be in some kind of community home Into their life style she...

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An elephant, named Bartholomew Hugh, Tried tightrope, which was quite askew. He wobbled and swayed, Then gently down layed, "Perhaps gardening," he sighed, "I'll pursue." ©bfa031025 ...

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Never flush not tight fitting a little bit out not quite sitting right with the world, I always was an odd bit of knitting, two plain stitches instead of purled ...

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NO MAN IS COMPLETELY FIT ( Onyenekperechi ) No man is completely fit Strong enough to exist without exit Often we sit close to the deep pit Falling low at the slightest hit The healthy man does not push death away Likewise the sick man does not make it stay Death looks for all made of clay Bringing...

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