Get Mad Poems - Poems about Get Mad

...My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand whether shapely straight as a clarinet or conical as a saxaphone. He blows through a woody-reed, his tongue not lashing at us, but conditioned to musically r......

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...Growing up, you dream of Prince Charming— the one who’ll set your heart free. Spinning in hope, you wait for the one who’ll love you right. And then he comes. He’s charming, alright— with s......

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...The things I paid for… Like the feeling of swinging on my swingset. It only cost a dandelion. With seeds so harmless. I was in high school. I could have been happy. If I played baseball,......

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...We're criminals from heaven, committing spiritual crime. Disobeying the Creator with our body and mind. His law was made plain to us right from the start. Still if we allow Him, he'll write it on ......

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...Sandi Yak with a Monkey on Her Back Once in a land that is super cold, lived a Yak that is super old. She had a monkey that lived on her back, and his name was mischievous Jack. Sandi was......

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...I once met a child of the devil, who in her father’s fame did revel. And boy, would she get mad if you dared diss her dad. Her rage would hit the lethal level. ......

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...Why must we look around and compare ourselves to others? Why must we need our lives to be oh so perfect when there’s no such thing? I’m trying to figure out why good things happen to bad people and......

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...It's a promise to laugh at the good. Be silly, spontaneous and comfortable being yourself. It's a promise to be supportive. Be the shoulder. Be the rock. Be the hand to hold each other up. It's ......

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...I choose peace That way I choose you You taught me how to be kind Because of you I always kind to others You are my inspiration to be strong Despite the chaos you teach me patience You manage t......

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...Should I write of grand romance, of star-crossed lovers tell? I've not known enough of that to really do it well. Should I write of torrid sex, hot and steamy affairs? I'm old enough now to s......

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... We watched our neighbor, Ollie, play in his first official ’T’ ball game from our seats atop the bleachers…in the shade. It was a treat watching the innocent exuberance of children… before they ......

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...I scry through time with a crystal sphere Asking of it my future, both far and near Yet, the images I see were dismally unclear (It should go without saying that I am not a seer) I saw a black ......

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...I was born in the Year of the Rabbit, which left me with a very nasty habit. I like to nibble on stuff, sometimes nice, sometimes rough, and when she gets mad, I get mad, dagnabbit! ......

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...I am madly alive today, one has to get mad not to be dead. I wander out, wending through myself allowing the warm west wind kiss the thin ice of a low mood. Smiles light up my gladding bloo......

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...I don’t know why I do but I believe in you I don’t know why but I can’t fathom my life without you Guys try to talk to me I admit I like the attention but it’s not the same like it is with you ......

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