Liked Poems - Poems about Liked

Tailor had a circuit, he arrived three times a year to sew us up He used to have a cat, a fish, a dog, a wife and a pup The wife got tired of the traveling and took the pets to settle down She was fed up with the hassle of always moving town to town. Tailor loved his...

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Everyone liked Garret. The girls wanted to be his friend. The boys wanted to be him. Garret was like a charming epidemic Mimicked by his appreciative peers. Adored by his teachers. His smile was dazzling. His reputation widespread....

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she is wearing a bedraggled housedress blue with enormously large red and yellow mums it is faded now, but really soft, threadbare in spots we surprise her with a new one for her eightieth birthday she overly thanks us with this pink delight but we never see her wear it; she wears the old one when her estate is up for...

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my parents never liked air conditioning only turned it on for company not every summer day, maybe twice in August if it was over five hundred degrees outside both were Iowa farm kids used to the heat and being sweaty hard workers who cared little for luxury did not hold stock in fancy fussy things...

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The flower I gifted you. You didn't wore it anyway, did you? I would've liked to chop it off, So why are now, Trying to spread your pollen over the meadow, While you, Are elergic to that?...

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I feel like the worst witch. Yeah you didn't mine decline anything at all. But she did to you right? So you cried that day right? I did every day. Do you find the problem?...

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Here comes that fantastic clown dog with his bulldog Mike They both very much enjoyed New York circus run by Mr. Spike Dancing was frowned upon, so they barked and gave a hop. Liked it so much, no one could make either of them pause or stop....

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Here comes that fantastic clown dog with his bulldog Mike They both very much enjoyed New York circus run by Mr. Spike Dancing was frowned upon, so they barked and gave a hop. Liked it so much, no one could make either of them pause or stop....

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I always liked the rain It’s avant-garde disdain Encased in every raindrop Its tauntingly cold chill Trickling off a drippy nose Its million centipede dance steps Puckering the dust, stirring the mud The child like joy of running through puddles Popsicle stick armadas attacked by giants Mud pies with maple twig candles I still enjoy the rain Walk more slowly Savoring its scent The icy edge of its...

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There were no guys quite like Ben and Jerry She depended on them for her dairy She liked it with nuts No ifs, ands or buts And she often found room for a cherry...

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Horn 7-5-7 Haiku had been innocent who we always loved and liked forever would do This said it all and is a story within itself....

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Khaki has never other fabrics liked: It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked, Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped And their names and their nicknames mistyped! Sometimes you hear, “Like onions slice them!” And begun a solving of what wasn’t a problem; Bound to uncannily unfold What Plain Malice does hold … By then, it would be fanciful To ask your questions –...

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I thought I liked to play with fire until your flame left it’s mark; Bewildered, I walk around now aching for a little bit more of your smoke to inhale; Forever isn’t enough; Sizzling, I think how would it be to get a little bit higher come a little bit closer let my senses get...

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They ask me for no advice. I have out aged them by fifty years. I am not insulted Remembering my own aversion to old people It is not their fault I was assigned to their school. They pretend to like me. I am doubtful. I used to despise old people And now I am one. I have never liked anything about old people. I mean...

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The fort is surrounded with vendors of all the local eateries.Clowns and acrobats bend and cackle between the fire eaters' breath.Stallions of italy rise to hind as Russian bear dances to instruments of the unfamiliar, Broken archers battle for gold and soldiers roll on sodden mud dirt just to claim victory weapons unused glisten with a summers scant A bearded...

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