Fumbled Poems - Poems about Fumbled

...Well what the Dickens is going on? My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a fan Twas…the tale of two skippers and two cities ......

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... This poem speaks for voices smothered by silence and those who returned home to find safety was another room for disbelief. They were climbing stairs—she and her brother, bags rustling with h......

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...They all took their seats round the table, It had no head, but all knew where Power sat. Summoned in haste by Ideology itself, for the matter was pressing and oddly stressing. Capitalism sat ba......

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... Have bowlers become spicier? Hitches in batting riches Cut sl**s shut in a rut Pitches become dicier? Chestnut witches strut Gluts of stitches And seams dreams Humdrum Timb......

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... Written: June 08, 2025, contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon. Quote "Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder." By RUMI ......

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...Forbidden Ground Wandering beyond the limitation of death Trespassing through the back gate of forever Maundering alone in a virgin wilderness Witnessing the future destruction — ......

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...Awkwardly he made a pass Bumped his head against the glass Cheesy lines flew far and wide Didn’t notice spinach fried Ego big, but brain quite small Fumbled trying to make a call Gave her flowe......

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... By: Khomotso Makitla Dear loved one, It’s me your UNREQUITED LOVER. In hope I hoped that this day never unveil. As your WHISPERS still roam free in brain, whispers and hisses of broken prom......

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...CHINESE FEMALE POETS: ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Sung to the tune of “I Paint My Lips Red” by an anonymous courtesan or Li Ch’ing-Chao loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch After swi......

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...1.) Gutter bed for a hope held ransom, Three bottles opened, Drunk reflections of my mirror got me feeling handsome. Can’t go a day. I can’t go a day without a glass handful of rum. Funny ......

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...In your womb I burst Passion holds my heart's desire, Lust and ravage, light my fire. Lovers embrace in Twilight's choir, Songs echo to the tops of spires. It starts with a simple kiss, Lip......

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...Echoes of the silent shore into our past it transports Calling me to my memories long ago stored Safely put away for days like today when I need you and my eyes are red and sore Echoes of the ......

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... I arrived at your house I saw you lift the blinds I smiled at your presence. I was hoping to find A little time To sit and relax Go over all the special times We had found in t......

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...Being handsome alone is not important. Having talent is. Quote by poet. Bewitched, her fingers flew, keys pressed, sound vibrated song sang assonance in perfect pitch. He tried......

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...{"Chipped nails, I would gnaw for when you screamed at me. Chapped lips, for when I would secure them in between my teeth at the mere reflection of you for a brisk second. Outbreaks protrude on the f......

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