Long Aproned Poems
Long Aproned Poems. Below are the most popular long Aproned by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Aproned poems by poem length and keyword.
Dickensian TimeIn Dickensian time
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain
At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On Platform 3
And enters the caff
for a nice cup of tea
At...
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Categories:
aproned, places,
Form:
Free verse
Morning JoeJuniper blended with the richness of Mohagany
as the well soaped Maidens accompliced
in the impness of Dawn.
A strong coffee poulticed a hint of Cinnamon,
and Clove prepared expectations.
The morning fog was lifting her...
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Categories:
aproned, dream, drink, good morning,
Form:
Free verse
Frangible Ego Abysmally CopesUnrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing
piercing,...
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Categories:
aproned, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 7th
Form:
Bio
The CornerTwelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment
The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end of first round.
Second round...
Gaiting horses, eluding kicks and punches
Baiting bodies,...
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Categories:
aproned, boxing day , courage,
Form:
Narrative
NostalgiaThere it stands, desolate and alone
That roofless shell where the winds
Still whisper of the past
When scampering children's squeals
And wheeling seabirds' cries
Rose thinly through the air.
A thatched croft from which a healthy living...
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Categories:
aproned, bereavement, happiness, loneliness, memory, nature, nostalgia, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Seen But Not HeardForbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush...
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Categories:
aproned, family, nostalgia, on work and working, work,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Below the Glass Ceiling An OdeForbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush...
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Categories:
aproned, family, history,
Form:
Ode
The Prince of Pompositythe beast detests the prince of pomposity.
the chin upturned. each blackened strand of hair
in place with grease. his too white smile released
to aproned maids — the town with hordes of them.
his shoulders straight, his swagger...
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Categories:
aproned, humor,
Form:
Blank verse
What Are You Looking ForWhat are you looking for?
he asked me.
He was sweet.
Concerned.
Wearing a red apron,
amused when he caught
me staring at him.
I am looking for life, I said,
And I saw it a minute ago,
in your smile.
Aw!Another red-aproned person
said from...
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Categories:
aproned, depression,
Form:
I do not know?
What Is Your JobPainter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux pas.
Chef cooks with an aproned mind.
Scientist invents, minded with formulas.
Cartoonist...
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Categories:
aproned, jobs,
Form:
Didactic
Return To Neighborhood IiiRETURN TO NEIGHBORHOOD III
Where kids had the run-o’-the-place
Noisy
Dirty
Smelly brats
In-and-out
Everywhere!
Like a shot!
There was imagination.
Games ad lib
A terrible wonderful use of neighborhood
An awful rollicking use of the day
Where a poor aproned...
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Categories:
aproned, childhood
Form:
Free verse
Time To GoIn my old age
I thought I’d have such yarns to tell,
of derring-do when I was hale and hearty.
Looking back, I wonder now just what befell
me in those years
and did I miss the party?
Distant echoes...
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Categories:
aproned, age, death, memory, old,
Form:
Rhyme
The Smithy
The “Smithy”
Written: By Tom Wright
4/28/04
The anvil’s peal breaches the mid day air,
and his four pound hammer fettles the shoe.
At the forge’s cinders in thought I stare,
and listen to the wheezing bellows spew.
The portrait of a...
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Categories:
aproned, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
TrainsIt’s a boy thing
the clickety-clack, clickety-clack
of a train along its tracks
all manner of boys
from diapered toddler
to arthritic codger
from suited gent
to aproned chef
the clickety-clack, clickety-clack
ignites within them
the feeling of freedom
and...
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Categories:
aproned, father son,
Form:
Prose Poetry