Lass Poems - Poems about Lass

Riddle me this How is it that one loses their soulmate? I mean, from across the universe You unite Amid all the signs of auspicious coincidence And then after years of making such union Familiar, known but ultimately mundane You just as unexpectedly part. Is it a cruel mistake Or the fortuitous unfolding of one’s twisted fate? Such is life with its...

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There once was a lass who waddled. She liked running, but she dawdled. ...

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The immortal heart of blackness stained With scarlet blood, the mortals bane Wicked teeth of ivory sharp as steel Mouth hungry for an innocent meal The strength of Demons bound in his arms A young lassie lost to his charms Face raised to heaven, neck facing hell His bite ecstasy and pain as well Then a flashing spark, an angry cry He jerks...

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After life's storms, what should I do? Celebrate, perhaps pontificate? Perhaps know there is good work For others in this world I am able to do! Stop, oh ,stop blaming politicians! Ask, what you can do to effect conditions! For no matter how misguided others are Remember that you are a shining star. It all began in...

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Jacque was a high-spirited lass with a smile as wide as my room You should ask her out everyone told Phil, a potential groom. Phil had less energy than a gnat that was dying. He could not imagine being around this lass even when trying. I don’t think she’s for me he told the matchmaking folk. He did not even...

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Sue was just a farmer's lass At whom I made an awkward pass ~ She said, Let's have some fun I'll let you see my bun ~ Too bad dad had a long shot-gun...

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Chilled by the air that clasps my feet with a needed rub…rubious tingles. The door ajar with Autumnal treat. Swept away, the humidity and its heat. A little cold air and steaming drink, The coffee, brave and daring. It cools off quicker, on the brink. From this seasonal invite, I will not shrink. Just a small window in the hourglass, Before the roar of...

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Along the harbor shores at Gammel Strand where other costumed fishwives ply their trade, I trudge along the cobbled Danish dock and barter with the catch to earn my pay. My voice is harsh and roughened by the chore, when once my petticoat was pink and lace, yet now it reeks of fish and nothing more while wind and sun is drawn...

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Pretty little lass Meena had an endearing wish,  which did not seem very much attainable to her family!  She had a captivating singing voice - people called her "Myna of Srinagar",  in the valley of Kashmir!  But she coveted for the "Best Singer" Trophy of the country, which was awarded every year in a gorgeous ceremony by the King, in his palace! How could...

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I think we are German she told me. I smiled. Have you looked in the mirror? I asked. She did not understand. Your verdent eyes are a map of Ireland....

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Al had dated many women from France, Spain, England and such. you have never dated an Irish lassie though? Asked his brother Dutch. not yet, he admitted, are they different than the ones I have squired? Dutch said, ”You would have your hands full, now until you get retired.” Colleen was an Irish beauty, with ginger hair and a...

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A Constanza (in Connie's own precious poetry form) written in tribute to this amazing friend and poet: A lass so beautiful is she, and like a dear friend I recall, she brightens our world, for she’s Fall! Like golden leaves on friendship’s tree - when spring, then summer, we see pass - for a short while stays this sweet lass. . So very...

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The man was strong The man was bold Didn't listen to the rest unfold He took in his culture, pride He wore his kilt, with pride Did it make him less of a man? Sigh. Did it make a lass of the man? Wry. Forgo these ancient thoughts That make the thinker less of a human Drought over their eyes To see a proud...

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I searched for a four leaf clover, On all fours I looked all over. ...

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A-uthor's N-atal G-reetings E-mploy L-ines I-n C-omposition A-s E-xcited L-ass E-njoys G-leeful A-ffair's D-elightful O-ccasion Topic: Birthday of Angelica F. Elegado (February 06) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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