Fits Poems - Poems about Fits

She is a child of the mountains, of meadows, lakes, and seas. A pirate queen, faerie princess, ninja warrior, consultant to a king. Sliding into crevices others might not understand; only herself to please. She fits in with so many; her plethora of talents of which others sing. A bit of a pyromania, loving the reds and oranges of...

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If Pearl misbehaves throws fits, rants and raves What of the parents who raise her If Johnny can’t read or do simple math What of his teachers who instruct him ...

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Inspired by Bill Baker, A friend in Texas add on's welcome! If The Sneaker Fits I bought blingy gold sneakers with Trump's magic in it A guru with genius, that's how I spin it! But deep down in my guts I think I'm just nuts Another one of those suckers born every minute ...

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clutch them … nourish them … draw all to your being with a lover’s hunger the cosmos bears suns, innumerable each a rarity of scintillation unlike any other - a macrocosm of nascency and divine chaos in a measure to rival every pinch of dust that ever whirled upon a whisper… like the ache of fidelity, each has its own bountiful awe and who can know what wonders lay in...

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love is not Archie Bunker ~let his hatred stay in Hitler's bunker when circumstances appear cruel in life you need not be cruel with them a dodged serve, the ball is now long gone~a pond rife with many lost balls a lie will soar throughout the land before truth wakes and gets out of bed controlling ones diverticuli ~should...

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The happily ever after... He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary, With his eyes bloodshot and bleary, The prince arrived at the last door. He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother, And asked himself why even bother, This whole darn quest's become a bore. Then from the kitchen came the vision...

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At the ball... At this point in the tale, a happy ending should be pending, But readers now are more demanding, And so, I'll tweak a bit the plot. Cinderella made an entrance like aurora borealis That sent a shockwave through the palace, "Who is this chick? Man, she is hot!" When the prince caught her attention, his anxieties enflamed him, But when...

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Once upon a time... Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella Wrote of a girl named Cinderella, Meant as a fairy tale romance. Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his riches With three monumental b****es, A most unhappy circumstance. For years her stepmom and stepsibs made her perform a menial's duty, And as she...

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It fits. It just simply does. My arm fits behind your head, as we lie on the bed, in the glow. Your head on my shoulder, comfortable and light. It fits. It just does. Staring at the ceiling; at the cobweb on the fan. Nobody cares. There are no thoughts, just reverie, and peace. Just to be. It fits. It just fits. This life with you, and who we are. This...

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A replacement for physical love Is a more emotional love that rises above Lasts a lifetime World's in rhyme A love that fits like a perverbial glove...

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"Fits the Need" All people want is a stable house a place to call their "safe" home to "LIVE" outside of all cages - free live life how "we" were meant to feel to have no hell continually raising chaos in this very very small life we lead yet we crumble like the fall of Rome monotonously, perpetually All people want is a future free of...

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You carry a place within you as a talisman. A remembrance of where your center is. The air here is old, the sound still. It is the place where things Turned upside down, are righted; Things that are backward, turn around. Truths revealed within the breathing of the earth. It is where you see each creature as yourself, Where you...

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My dilemma is this I am not , never a poet Could try my level best to pose for one but in all credibility not seriously pass myself off as one neither profess to claim or be an artist even an aspiring one Merely a fella who loves nothing more than time well spent Stringing and expressing word's into verses and short sentences By using and turning...

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By life does this purpose incarnate its destiny of celestial and tegument an individual spirit by connection separates to each ones anatomy a conveyance of this testament To this living miracle are you born commissioned by a blueprint so energetic in its intricate nature are so perfected a fingertip thus touched in form by God All Eden stands within the gates of creation conceptions...

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Hey, Ms. Reporter May I have a word with you You seem energized by the chaos today Seems that you love what you do Hey, Mr. Reporter May I have a word with you You interview traumatized protestors Seems that you share their views But tell me, Mr. and Mrs. Reporter Why don't you...

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