Long Three d Poems
Long Three d Poems. Below are the most popular long Three d by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Three d poems by poem length and keyword.
Cymbric ValeI believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts...
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Categories:
three d, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
The Amistad MutinyThe Amistad Mutiny
Slavery, a dirty word no matter how it’s pronounced:
Abducted and herded to the slave fortress of Lomboko1 for trade.
To be tossed in chains below deck on the Portuguese ship Tecora,2
Sailing the Atlantic Middle...
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Categories:
three d, africa, america, history, racism, slavery, world,
Form:
Verse
More Pickles Than OneFor ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this...
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Categories:
three d, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Childhood Dreams Part 1When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read and got lost in text
They supplied me with adventures
Secret journeys
Fun...
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Categories:
three d, childhood, cinderella, dream, fairy,
Form:
Free verse
Deception Part 2 - Translation From TagoreThis is the second part of Rabindranath Tagore's Narrative poem - Phanki (Deception). The first part has been already posted.
...
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Categories:
three d, life, women,
Form:
Narrative
The Night Before Christmas EveThe night Before Christmas Eve
By Franklin Price
12/17/2016
Prologue
The Night Before Christmas
A most famous of poems
Read to children aloud
By their parents in homes
To children who gather
'Round the brightly lit tree
To hear Santa is coming
Presents for...
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Categories:
three d, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
King of Kings??1 Kings 5:3-5 NIV??
[3] “You know that because of the wars waged against my father David from all sides, he could not build a temple for the Name of the Lord his God until the...
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Categories:
three d, faith,
Form:
I do not know?
In the Middle of the NightI woke up in the middle of the night with tears running from my eyes. I woke up in the middle of the night because my spirit cries
It is not the tear that falls when...
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Categories:
three d, celebration, community, confidence, courage, england, environment, feelings,
Form:
Narrative
An Uppercut I RememberDad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height,...
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Categories:
three d, father son,
Form:
Blank verse
Patsy Foley Was Roly-Poly In 1947It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant "Patsy Foley's roly-poly from eating too much ravioli."
At first, no one could remember who started the...
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Categories:
three d, memory,
Form:
Prose
Fairer, IndeedWOMEN ...
Truly amaze me ... they possess the super-human
strength to birth a child - one of the most painful
and demanding physical and emotional feats of end-
urance known to our species - yet they have the
self-confidence...
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Categories:
three d, appreciation, humanity, love, wisdom, woman, women,
Form:
Free verse
Son Say Goodnight To Grandpa“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”
Spurred by mother dearest
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.
Back in the day
quaint...
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Categories:
three d, 12th grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, absence,
Form:
Rhyme
Summer
“SUMMER”
Where
has Summer
gone?
The world
has lost
Summer
Sweet
little
dream
missing
all those other
beautiful
small dreams
seen as toys
small and
inconsequential
casually tossed aside,
disposable play,
things
pure shining lights
smiling eyes once so bright,
switched off,
'neath...
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Categories:
three d, abuse, child abuse,
Form:
Epic
The Tea Party"Go on forth young graduates,
And show us who you are
You're now our future leaders
We know you will go far"
And so commencement ended
Pictures done and people changed
Now, off to private parties
All orderly pre-arranged
But four young girls...
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Categories:
three d, america, future, graduate, graduation, life, sad, society,
Form:
Epic
Poems About the Coronavirus IPoems about the Coronavirus I
yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1
by michael r. burch
plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse
yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #2
by michael r. burch
sunflowers
hang their heads
embarrassed by their coronas
I wrote...
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Categories:
three d, absence, anxiety, bereavement, caregiving, death, depression, fear,
Form:
Haiku
Psychologically still thirteenPsychologically still thirteen
Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship,
(whereby one or the other of us)...
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Categories:
three d, 7th grade, age, angst, birth, blue, family,
Form:
Rhyme
EpitaphsEpitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.
Autumn Conundrum
by Michael R. Burch
It's not that every leaf must finally...
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Categories:
three d, bereavement, death, death of a friend, depression,
Form:
Epitaph
Forever
“Forever”
When The Terrors came,
The Uncontrollable Ones,
she closed her eyes
and listened for the notes
her mother had planted
amongst the deep blues,
beds of Forget-Me-Nots,
she followed the
labyrinthine trail
and through a gate unhinged,
it would seem destroyed, thrown aside,
she...
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Categories:
three d, dark, halloween, light, love, symbolism,
Form:
Narrative
State of the Art IvState of the Art (IV)
These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry.
Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” — W. ...
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Categories:
three d, art, muse, poems, poetry, poets, write, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Rum N Raisin 3 - the Cat Who Fell To EarthRaisin liked to make her bed upon a shelf up high
She said she likes the feeling that she’s almost in the sky
One day she fell and bonked her head and Rum could only stare
And wondered...
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Categories:
three d, cat, fantasy, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Narrative
InstructionInstruction
by Michael R. Burch
Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.
Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset
of night is in the despairing skies;
each hut shuts its bright bewildered eyes.
The...
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Categories:
three d, extended metaphor, fantasy, happiness, hope, hyperbole, i
Form:
Pastoral
Various Heresies 3Various Heresies 3
Breakings
by Michael R. Burch
I did it out of pity.
I did it out of love.
I did it not to break the heart of a tender, wounded dove.
But gods without compassion
ordained: Frail things must break!
Now...
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Categories:
three d, america, bible, christian, god, jesus, religion, usa,
Form:
Verse
Poems About Poems ViPoems about Poems VI
The Board
by Michael R. Burch
Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood?
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.
The...
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Categories:
three d, extended metaphor, heaven, muse, passion, poems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Poems About Poems IPoems about Poems (I)
What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch
What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both worlds grow obscure.
Muse/Goddess
by Michael R. Burch
“What will you conceive in...
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Categories:
three d, creation, god, muse, poems, poetry, poets, words,
Form:
Rhyme
SnapshotsSnapshots
by Michael R. Burch
Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.
Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.
There...
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Categories:
three d, divorce,
Form:
Free verse