Goes Poems - Poems about Goes

Some have watched her rising from an ocean of time. Her sightings return at the pull of each luna cycle. No clamshell boats for her, after she rises from the waves she and the shoreline disappear she's only to be seen driving a classic Chevy convertible or riding a gayly adorned donkey. She is sister to desert nights, and all the dance moves of the free roaming...

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Life goes on by Adejola Joseph Life goes on Live for today And let tomorrow take care of itself Life is fun Don't hang somewhere being a sadist Live life love life Live to the fullest Because life goes on....

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Perhaps he's crackers to embrace glitz (to paraphrase Irving Berlin) 'Putin on the Ritz' tho' 'Sometimes something is better than nothing' went the writing on the wall yet 'Too much of nothing' (wrote the Zimmerman) is really no good at all and 'Everything comes to those who wait' an optimist put in prose but Cole Porter said it best when he wrote, 'Anything Goes' ...

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Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe need to mull over a cull of this rigmarole.. Can’t pretend..is the end of this spangly jangly new fangled trend…nothing off the shelf…just...

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No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping.. Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his...

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he’s a puppy, everything goes into his mouth piece of paper, spiral notebook, birthday card, screwdriver, glass lightbulb, copper spring, nail gun, jewelry, When we hear his teeth clicking we try to see what he has He runs from us Fishing it out is not an option He has super large teeth We have to trade him something...

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grains in sunglasses, one pops with enthusiasm— too much heat to chill....

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The echoes in cartoons, The sermons in static, How every chorus begs us To wake, or vanish. Maybe God is a director. I don’t know. But the script is too perfect, And the extras too hollow, Like the background forgot How to breathe on its own. There goes the Baker. Popping pills in his blue buggy with one red ball and another blue dangling from...

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When winter arrives Icicles manifest around my heart The Earth is barren Roses wilter and decompose Absorbed within grey dirt Where oh where does life go? Does it migrate with the doves? Does it freeze up in the lakes? Is it buried within the lonely graveyard? Carried in the cold breeze With the dying leaves In the deepest darkest nights When the moon restarts its cycle And you...

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[Verse 1] The lithium, the satellite The blood moon in a sleepless night The reels you posted, burning bright Still echo in my chest The AI wrote a lullaby The sea caught fire, the wires lie But somewhere deep behind my eyes She dances like the rest [Chorus] There she goes, my beautiful muse There she goes with nothing to lose There she goes, and I light...

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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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‘Hold on’ ‘To what?’ ‘Your horses’ ‘What horses?’ ‘Don’t get technical’ ...

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This rope that strangled me so mercilessly, Frayed ends unpicked now, twisted into twine, My Judas noose made into tapestry. Make fruit of these dreaded labours of mine. I could hang pallidly but now instead, I colour this dark world the deepest hues With emerald, amber, ruby, silken threads, Stitched all together with shimmering blues. A...

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Glamour dog expected poodles to ask for her autograph very much But they raced past her, as if they did not see her at all How had they missed her fancy scarf, her florals and such? She gave gray hounds a look, but they were so tall They did not see her, so she groused to her cousin Hutch Who...

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The scarecrow could hardly wait until the sun went down He would climb off his post and twirl around and around The corn stalks loved watching the pumpkin-head dance He trotted and marched, and then did kind of a prance But before The Browns, his farmers, woke up for the day He climbed back on the post and proceeded to...

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