Fitting In Poems - Poems about Fitting In

It sure was grand I must admit I'll always think the perfect fit Was Bluebird and the Troubadour Tracing fingers, red guitar Penny, Phil Brooke and John Anne and Gilbert Elsa, Tom A fire and a big snowstorm A cozy cabin nice and warm Paris, France and Veuve Clicquot And someday maybe, Dos, Uno...

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Fitting Tic tac toe Marigolds Loose fitting dialysis Pidgin toe Skeptical Aromatic bowling ball Sheep ba baba-volleying hair ball 5/31/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

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bent like a grass stem I fold, I yield, I twist, squeeze between stakes labeled 'Been Done' and 'So Becoming' buried, far behind the lines...

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I held it like a prayer, like something sacred, like something that could save me. I built my world around it, tied my worth to its spine, carved my name into its walls as if that would make me belong. And yet, here I stand, palms open, fingers trembling, watching it slip through— sand through clenched fists, water through cracked earth. I gave it everything. And still, I...

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If you want your day to end on a productive note. It may pay, to this poem about nothing take note, In order to take away something of note. A well planned nothing in your day, Will help you make something of your day, As doing nothing for 15 minutes minimum each day, Could help you complete all tasks for the...

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Lately I have been kept up at night Pondering over a fitting and just end To lend this sorry take of woe So here I go as nothing else I have got or know Goodbye farewell to this life And everyone and everything I have seen As although sometimes it came across as a dream Unfortunately somehow I managed to awake daily And...

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Thin and thick we are so many sizes and shapes how do I know if I fit in? beauty has no scale nor people's height and weight we grow how we live how we eat whether healthy or not it's how we feel so I guess I'll just classify myself as overweight woman who likes food...

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Eisenhower was a tower of power Nixon 'the Quaker Peacemaker' was dour Reagan had the grace of a Carl Sagan The Bushes were Christian Episcopalian How does Trump fit on this list Methinks he exists to make them pissed...

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Too many ups and downs in the journey Too much sweet, bitter and honey Far far away long way travel Crying for peace in front of the devil Destructed abstracted undefined destiny Self-realizations in the middle of the journey Multi-personalities in a tourney Giving up and giving in convicted felony For murdering the person in me Painting characters to fitting...

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5/16/22 I helped others and put myself in danger There I stood by a manger Weighed down with an anchor Full of anger About to put one in the chamber Because of far too much rancor In this world it's become unfamiliar and more stranger No more capers For the remainder I'll keep a razor And a weapon with a laser Always seeking answers, not just...

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a silent giant i feel it wash over me a corpses veiled breadth...

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i am pieces of granite wall undetermined reason for being tolerating chisel masters crumbling into dust falling into bowl of crevice scraped up into Chinaman’s baskets roughing up against dainty seashells fitting nowhere out of place out of sorts out of ideas...

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The governor’s accusers Say he acted in a way That made them cringe and naturally, He has to somehow pay. All three of them reported Language seeming to suggest A kiss or maybe more would be Enjoyed at his behest. He touched one on her back, connecting With her skin exposed, Which made her most uncomfortable, She recently disclosed. Demands for Cuomo to step down To...

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The little boy in the corner, who didn’t want to come, Expressed his shy reluctance, but encouraged by his mum. He knows he has to listen, and encouraged to join in, He doesn’t want to be there, but he’ll never make a din. Offered opportunities, to join what’s taking place, But if the others speak to him, he goes...

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A battle within I, simply, can’t win Forced in this ocean I’ll sink or I’ll swim I, too, shall learn I’ll burn or be burned Without casting stones I’ll never fit in...

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