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Informal Poems - Poems about Informal


Premium Member Informal Parley Butterfly Cinquain
Magick, sly white rabbit burrowed inside a hat; Desperate for a sweet carrot, he hides; Within...

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Categories: informal, emotions, feelings, magic,
Form: Cinquain
An Informal Letter To a Friend
Dear, I had a lot going on in my life, in an unplanned and haphazard way. I tried to befriend few online intimate efforts, none of those did help in longer vision. I am truly tired of thinking way more than I should. May be this is too costly a mind setting, I cannot afford to...

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Categories: informal, blessing,
Form: Prose



Premium Member An Informal Wolfhound
A spendthrift lady in New Orleans clothed her wolfhound beyond her means But he despised his top hats and old-fashioned spats Now he sports tie-died T-shirts and jeans...

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Categories: informal, humor,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Brickyard Informal
I got home so late, It was time to get up. Poured coffee in the toaster, Stuffed bread into a cup and I said, “Here we go again.” Tied my work boots on With appropriate haste. Stood up a bit too quickly, A locomotive raced through my head. Here we go again. Here we go. Grab my keys and wallet. Here...

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Categories: informal, allegory, repetition, work,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Informal Contest Poem: Crack the Code To Win
Within this rhyme there hides a key I have encrypted, Find it if you can crack the code that must be first decrypted, Look upon a poem called "Caesar's Cipher", which I wrote, And within it you'll find a key to unlock the following nonsensical notes: BMEAIRN AFFXYE ZSEHVNO LRH GHM LFWRNKP SJ YIOSX PWEA ELI AUIXGI BF QBPYFIWX As...

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Categories: informal, fun, games, poetry,
Form: Rhyme



Informal Romance
Do you still remember your laughter you kept in my heart when we were younger? Remember those days we stayed under the tree in my compound in the night, we hid from mother's eyes. I held your feelings and emotions and you moaned, Then I groaned in pleasurable pleasure. Do you remember the lines we drew on the clay? That...

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Categories: informal, age, america, art,
Form: Classicism
Informal Curtains
Sometimes we die before our death Merely existing as shells with our souls six feet Blossoming roses with pedals that stink of death Wishing every exhale could our last God knows we having a blast Slow dancing to crooked notes that tell stories of whats behind the smile Our joy is fabricated with rusted steel and a golden platting Slowly wearing...

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Categories: informal, autumn, creation, death, depression,
Form: Free verse

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