Girl Hyperbole Poems

When I was young, I liked to play
With other kids on my block.
To backyards, front yards, everywhere,
For fun, we would all flock.

Every sport and game...

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(Apropos Of A School-Day Happenstance)

There she stood on the edge 
of the cliff of loneliness—her
tiny eyes staring out into space.

As I cautiously approached her,
I softly...

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Every step she takes rocks her world. 
A butterfly is a dragon. 
Life is a beast that must be slain. 
It rips her heart apart...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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Why spoiled misses princess...
never wishes to awaken from pleasant snooze

Appellation (with trailing switchback
and/or additional colorful turns
of phrases) emphasizing assigned
nom de plume "princess goldilocks"
hardly flattering compliment

gently...

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White's fleeting beauty would never last,
She is now a ghost of the girl in the past
She talks with a voice that could shatter glass
She finds...

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Time in her daily hurry,
if she were a teen-age girl,
studying biology in college,
would make a poor fiancé.

Without virtue of patience
and values of courtship
she would be...

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Heart’s Love Speech



My girl (archaic)
has my raincoat.

And I...
Well, I (adverb)...
have never been so -
Happy (pronoun)

to sit outside,
pondside,
in the rain (verb).
Just me and (subordinating conjunction) Basho...

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I looked out of my window
I saw the lad they talked about
He could dance on a thread
I could hardly stand on a rope
So I told...

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REGULATIONS
BY

JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Two sources of laws that govern the lives of men
One’s called survival the other a stroke of the pen
Those from survival are easy...

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She whispers at lilies to go back on there track. She sees through Ghandis eyes she can remember being that. Her rose is a rose...

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I wear a white buttoned shirt
And my friends call me four eyes
But I don't care, just slowly walk away
And give 'em my gang sign

Don't bother...

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