Long Jeweller Poems
Long Jeweller Poems. Below are the most popular long Jeweller by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Jeweller poems by poem length and keyword.
Wonderland VIII: Conclusion
it feels good to escape
with authors and poets
and dream up new places
with tales that are spun
but sometimes what's real
and sometimes what isn't
encroach on each other
and read just as one
such are the worlds
of rhyme but no...
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Categories:
jeweller, 10th grade, emotions, literature, world,
Form:
Narrative
The Pawn ShopBottom feeders flourish
When the economy's a bust
When bad times are the norm
And good times turn to dust
When neighborhoods go south it's sad
But a sign of their demise
Is when a bunch of pawn shops open up
Before...
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Categories:
jeweller, community,
Form:
Rhyme
But She Had Such a Sweet Winning SmileLouis the Fifteenth, king of France,
Adored Madame du Barry.
His royal ardor was not bound
To the person he did marry.
His paramour was hard to please.
The king brooded day and night
On what act of loving kindness
Might appease...
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Categories:
jeweller, history,
Form:
Narrative
Nine SeventeenHuddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and green
from the traffic lights heralded a wave of white from...
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Categories:
jeweller, time,
Form:
Free verse
Heartfelt GoodnessThe old woman came out of the eye hospital,
After receiving the news, she was going blind.
She was feeling very depressed, not just about her eyes,
The state of the world in general.
After her hospital visit, she...
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Categories:
jeweller, 10th grade,
Form:
Narrative
Ruby ShoppingI spent my day shopping for rubies,
But couldn’t decide on the best,
Some were quite shiny and sparkly,
But shapes nice on some of the rest.
Some of them lined up on brooches,
While others in gold plated rings,
And...
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Categories:
jeweller, death, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
IfIf you were the model,
I would have learnt to paint,
laugh if you were comedian,
And sorry that you ain’t.
If you were an author,
I would always read your book,
If you were a runner,
I would time each lap...
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Categories:
jeweller, love,
Form:
Rhyme
DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDEDr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped...
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Categories:
jeweller, 12th grade, extended metaphor, giggle, humor, literature,
Form:
Alliteration
Lucky MayLUCKY MAY
May, May is welcome
And by these roads, these lanes
Young people come to home
To sing to my sisters.
What pretty they are
With her golden hair
And coloured lassos
And my mother combing them
To disentangle it.
That is their faces
What...
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Categories:
jeweller, romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
Lucky MayLUCKY MAY
May, May is welcome
And by these roads, these lanes
Young people come to home
To sing to my sisters.
What pretty they are
With her golden hair
And coloured lassos
And my mother combing them
To disentangle it.
That is their faces
What...
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Categories:
jeweller, allegory,
Form:
Light Verse
Mummy DaddyI want you to meet my mum
Oh no, not the mum
That means I could be the one
There goes the fun
Time for a ring
That couple thing
Need a plan
Insanity is in the man
Hun, I’m slightly gay
It’s always...
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Categories:
jeweller, humor, humorous, marriage, parents,
Form:
Free verse
Dear First LadyTears bring the eyes its shivering spangle of stars
In liquid pools dilating light
The firmament spiraled to bandage time’s scars
Shining in empty bowls night
And sometimes the common carbon of the air
In soul deep fires like butterflies
Becomes...
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Categories:
jeweller, inspirational
Form:
Quatrain
My Beautiful New RingStunning purple full of beauty and grace
I still can’t wipe the smile from my face
Today I purchased an amethyst ring
It is very subtle not full of bling
You saw on my face the joy it will...
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Categories:
jeweller, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
My Dirty Little Stones In a Pouchmy dirty little stones in a pouch
received in a hotel one night
slid them under my pillow
dreamt sweetly
opened the pouch in the morning after breakfast
saw dirty little stones
wondered what they could be
went to smith the jeweller
sat...
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Categories:
jeweller, funny, satire,
Form:
Haiku