Improper Poems - Poems about Improper

...my mom’s not pushing up daisies having gone to her eternal rest in Spring her restful place is where her soul has gone back to earth with its raindrop-moss (springy, as if for a tiny bunny o......

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... Salutations! Are we all just a figment of GOD's imagination? Or just a simple angle of schematical equation. Perhaps, we’re just a footnote in God’s mental thots? He’s gotta BIG BA......

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...Vampires relish the winter sky, they feed on every mournful cry; The holiday lonely; Wanting to be caressed in bed, or make love on an antique sled; Snowflakes and peony; You can’t go buy the......

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... Written: May 23, 2024, For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Always hear hollering hellhounds, yet nothing close, nobody home, Para......

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... Written: Apri 28, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sibilant deceit indeed! with a goal to charm, A melancholy girl fostered by her father. Never incite ......

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...Freedom, freedom, where are you? Let my action be of choice and have the absence of necessity to liberate my mind from slavery. Produce the quality of good state in me. Freedom, freedom, wh......

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...I wake up in the morning She is there tempting me Let’s dance, she sings Lay your eye on me You’ll be mine I wish she wasn’t so jealous I forget how to be with others I forgot when it wasn’......

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...Human history is full of trouble because religion has duped the human race and creates a lot of doubles all over the place. If I could turn the clock back in time, I would not change anything, but I ......

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...Argh, I ne'er got muffin top before - why now!? Once upon a time yours truly did allow himself to consume anything in sight eats of mine in the mein included an assortment of chow. Impossib......

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...Goodbye is a feast finished The last morsel down the hatch Improper to ask for seconds No aperitif to this lonely hunger For every goodbye must be a hello Even if no one arrives home Welcome ......

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...I passed through the moment hoping that you were there and had something profound to share, but I wait the morning out standing in the biting cold and the air penetrate my body without remorse or apo......

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...DISORIENTATION Me always disoriented both in real life and in dream land. Simple stupidity follows me : Feeling embar......

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...The grey clouds are slowly moving away and it feels like something good is coming my way, the financial jamboree is skipping up and down the street and the banks are messing with my heartbeat. Th......

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...Jane was very prim and proper Until one day, she came a cropper She caught her stiletto in a drain She screamed profanities to ease the pain And punched a kindly, helpful copper......

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...Telling "White Lies" My mother got born November thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five within poverty stricken household of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest (most mollycoddled) of four sibl......

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