Freckles Poems - Poems about Freckles

The Moon’s heavy breath, dusting my cheeks with laughter; Freckles of magic....

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gold nose ring, piercing heart with friendly freckled spots died by suicide ...

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Afternoon, the sun is hot Freckles and sun burns, I've got a lot Reminding me of sunny days I used to write under sun's rays The memories on my skin Of sunny places that I have been Freckles and sun burns they play The memories of my yesterday ...

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Bass on conversation a groovey thyme by all. green leaves of summer are the brown leaves of fall This is worth mentioning coring apples was boring I was happiest at it's end The crumbs and the edges are the sweetest parts the crispy flakey crust we turned into tarts smiles all around as we taste The sauce the sauce the intro to the sauce a creamy, almondie,Honey triff....

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Orange mid-October freckles blemish the trees, while Jack Frost etches abstracts on cold window panes. And cinnamon-colored leaves fall with each brisk breeze as Winter subtly approaches, and Summer strains to maintain green canopies till November's freeze....

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The freckles that dapple my face are more than beauty spots, marks of where barbaric sun has kissed me and left a small dot. When the hours of darkness arrive, I look up at the freckled sky and fall in love with the universe. I wonder what if all the freckles living on my body were actually stars, stars that are muddy imprints of...

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Author's note: I dug deep into my archives chest to retrieve this piece of utter nonsense, dear readers, because I thought it would make a good submission for April Fool's Day... Freckles! People who have freckles Are sometimes people who eat pickles. But pickles have bumps, They don't have freckles. Bumpy people are often fickle And won't eat pickles without freckles. A squash...

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I wish I had freckles the eight-year-old said. These are age spots, replied her great-grandmother. Then I want them, the child replied. Because I like them. Her parents were not surprised at her instant freckles. Remember, the mommy said, “this was my grandma too.” “And I have heard the stories,” said Daddy. “Now I believe.”...

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my skin is crazed with freckles age spots we call them at my age when I was ten they were unwelcome popping up all over my nose and cheeks like daisies too many to count now with amazement I stare at my hands remembering grandma...

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Nursery Rhyme Children's Short story (Rhyme) Little Ellie, loves her freckles she counts them every night, her friends call her 'Ellie speckles' which fills her with delight! she traces them with her finger before she rests her head in the mirror, she lingers dallying if the truth be said, little Ellie, loves her freckles she bathes them every night, her friends call her 'Ellie speckles' which fills her...

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I met a girl once; more like noticed her I have to admit. A girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose. The girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose. Oh; I noticed her. Music can bring back memories for me. If you want to make me sad; play: «here comes the sun» or «while my guitar gentle...

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With eyelashes fluttering, irises caught in a blink, those windows of yours are opening and closing like a metronome ticking time to symphonies played. Within flesh are entrances cradling a floor to nowhere, leading to a somewhere hidden to all but you. Pebbles could be placed upon freckles to map out a path; bundles of autumnal leaves, crunching and...

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Blackened Silhouettes Fill The Skies ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blackened silhouettes fill the skies, freckles. The setting sun blocked by bats, in millions! Hairs on my dogs back stood up, his heckles. The black silhouetted bats, amazing! Bats' freckles, natures vaudevillians! New lands tonight, instinctive trailblazing, they know this night certain bugs fly, mating, yes procreating in untold billions! Moon, now up, bats fed, have babies waiting. In how...

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I was enjoying my time in the sandbox When a redhead with freckles climbed in. The glint in his eyes left no question, His mission was ruin and sin. With my pail I had sculpted a castle, But he eyed it with fiendish disdain. His foot was the boot of destruction, And he smashed it without any shame. He laughed when he saw...

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Walter Branham, a retired teacher, and his wife Victoria went to Applebee’s, the chain restaurant, for lunch one day last week. First time they had gone there. Usually they go to an ethnic restaurant but Victoria wanted a salad. Walt as always was obliging. The restaurant host was a young man who as a child had...

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