Hatless Poems - Poems about Hatless

... Streetwalking should be a solitary affair. Night slips through unseen cracks, bends the scant light into dark-eyed windows. A gangster is in my head, a punk, scaling my smooth skull seeking......

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...when I last looked snow sprawled in like an embrace from a foreign world outdoor walk suspended by squabbles of sleeted wet unappealing chords of ice pellets that stand hair on edge to coat a ......

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...A Gift in Evergreen Each year we climb the narrow road Through cedar, pine and redwood Until it pokes its hatless head In the fog washed air to breath The perfume of the crest. A special......

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...The end of March what's going on Should be basking in the spring sunshine Somebody's lost their marbles The start of spring there ain't no sign There are more than a few things missing ......

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...By middle age he became unseen and hatless; would not look at the back of his head as he slipped by unnoticed through a changing world. It was some recompense that his Idea of ‘self’ had ex......

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...Even the Lazy Lizard Even the lazy lizard knows when not to beg, when not to emerge, from behind the hungry black rock of another dying hand, hopelessly clutching the mysteries of another sit......

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...One dark evening, Hat-less Hattie, Took a walk with her cattie. She didn’t see the thing fly down; Bat attached itself to her crown; Hat-less Hattie’s locks are now Matty! ...

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... Big Hat Envy Wish I could wear a Big jaunty hat, But haven’t the head For it And that is that! Head’s too small And I sure ain’t tall Little short legs Big schnozle and all ......

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...Sometimes especially on days sunny and so quaint I feel like tossing my bonnet without restraint Just exposing my mind freshly vividly bepaint How else strangers and neighbours can I acquaint F......

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...I can't believe he is doing this to me I feel like loosing him too telling me he is going to sleep but after an hour he is online or maybe he didn't quit I see his last seen when I wake up Y......

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...I hate being me hate feeling like me hate looking like me hate smelling the me hate being in this body. I hate the world hate the people hate everything. I hate you hate him hate everyo......

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...The Walk Long hot desert Empty of people Not even a camel in sight He clutched a euro coin In his sweaty palm He was left handed Wanted to buy A glass of beer Hatless he fainted Belly......

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...We are so pleased to see you, Humans are nice You are such easy targets, now here’s some advice If you ever get 'Bombed' on your Jacket or Tie Look UP to find out who scored that Bulls eye We a......

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...Visions Of Match Stick Girl (“A Christmas Tale”) New Year’s Eve came in the dark, on the cobbled stone street On frigid snow and bitter cold, on the little shoeless, hatless gir......

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...This Grand Opening I attended: Scene McDonald’s, Moscow, Queue extended over Under Pushkin Square (Some saw the poet’s Spirit rise and sniff The air). No Royalty to cut The ribbon, courtesy......

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