Long Sarongs Poems
Long Sarongs Poems. Below are the most popular long Sarongs by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Sarongs poems by poem length and keyword.
Villanelles IIIThese are villanelles by Michael R. Burch and and villanelle-like poems...
Villanelle: Trump’s Retribution Resolution
by Michael R. Burch
My New Year’s resolution?
I require your money and votes,
for *you* are *my* retribution.
May I offer you dark-skinned scapegoats
and bigger...
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Categories:
sarongs, america, anger, community, money, rights, song, write,
Form:
Villanelle
In the Dark of the StrandMarquees are bright with neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
Holding hands, we're in 'The Strand'. The velvet carpet guides us in
Popcorn smokes, .. we're drinking cokes,... and cracking jokes with Bing...
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Categories:
sarongs, dark, film, history, military, sad, war,
Form:
Free verse
I Am Your ShadowI Am Your Shadow
You literally crawl out of your bed before the sun has come up,
Stretching reluctantly, knowing it’s another day on this island earth.
So you drag yourself to the john down the hallway a...
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Categories:
sarongs, life,
Form:
Free verse
Unquotable Quotes Ii Unquotable quotes – II
Spare the rod and knife the wife.
Empty drums make the most deaf wise.
Penny wise Pound English.
The Polyester Stomper heals the vain woman’s heel.
Eat what you can but...
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Categories:
sarongs, cool, crazy, fantasy, funny, humor, humorous, imagery,
Form:
Epigram
We the PeopleWe the People
Will disagree
On taxation and prosperity
On liberty and duty
We the People
Are every color of Christianity
Every Jewish prayer, every song of Islam
The puritans, the atheists and the Amish
Are neighbors here
We the People
Are Jamaican and Japanese
Swedish...
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Categories:
sarongs, discrimination, freedom, history, society,
Form:
Political Verse
Ka-Thump-A-LoonKa-thump-a-loon, my pet raccoon,
sings opera in the woods at noon;
I love so much to hear him croon.
At night he carols to the moon.
If you are lucky you might hear
the songs he sings most loud and...
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Categories:
sarongs, kids, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
For the Greatest SongEvery song has a story under our big sun
Our song we sing forevermore from since a note begun
Let us roar from our core, powerful with might
Mighty might with delight for others to unite
Singing songs in...
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Categories:
sarongs, song,
Form:
Lyric
Elegy With Sarong 1Her paintings of sarongs I'm going to see
will be there for two months,
I think, at Lake Of The Clouds
Arts. I heard this in the news: Layers died last week.
Native Brown Bear got...
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Categories:
sarongs, passionmother, food, mother,
Form:
Elegy
Concert In West GermanyOn the bluffs above the Lorelei Rock,
Overlooking the Rhine River near Bingen,
Is the Lorelei Ampitheater.
While stationed in West Germany,
Towards the end of the Cold War,
I saw there an awesome concert.
The main band was one...
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Categories:
sarongs, music,
Form:
Narrative
Paradise LostAzure blue lagoons with silken sands
Bodies glistening with mocha tans
Tropical winds and gentle waves
Divers exploring luminous caves
Children romping on the shores
Charming thatched huts without doors
Native girls in brightly coloured...
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Categories:
sarongs, happiness, imagination, seasons,
Form:
I do not know?
The Dead Pour Me Out Like Green TeaI am dead to many, a few are dead to me.
I am forgotten
by young women in green silk sarongs.
Some of the dead have taken vows of silence
lips forever sealed with amnesia.
I have fished Koi...
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Categories:
sarongs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Things Lost Along the WayTonight,
The milk bowl moon comes back.
Sitting alongside, on a shadowy bough,
The old white owl hoots
With its inimitable yoghurt voice.
And I hear the familiar eastern winds
Blowing in on blind chariots
In unbalanced haste,
To answer me about things...
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Categories:
sarongs, absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
I do not know?
The Dead Pour Me Out Like TeaI am dead to many, a few are dead to me.
I am not forgotten
by girls in green silk sarongs,
(though those also might be dead,
or dead to me,
for in my...
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Categories:
sarongs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
As They Fallbasking in spring with robin songs
verdant leaves in gorgeous green
splendour swings in silken sarongs
summer retreats in change of scene.
among fleeting clouds flowers fade
fluttering branches in crimson glow
orange and brown in luminous shade
latticework of leaves...
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Categories:
sarongs, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme