Maggie Poems - Poems about Maggie

... You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again. - Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some say love at first sight can’t be. ......Read the rest...

...To be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues. Davy’s in the basement Working on geometry You’ll see my intent A theorem in development Presh is on the website Hit pause, scratch hea......Read the rest...

...We suddenly strolled down Lakeshore drive facing Goethe street named after Wolfgang von Goethe famous German poet just at the crosswalk while waving to the hidden Walter Payton nooks wandering......Read the rest...

...I looked out the window, what a sight. A Cocky a crow, a Magpie all sitting on the bench looking towards me. Suddenly the Cocky squawked what sounded like ' what you doing?' No i had heard it wron......Read the rest...

...Alas, my sweet child you shan't! Get used to an insane, world of can't! Our brilliant brains are fully scrubbed, As sniling and kids in a foaming bath. Rub-y-dee, rub-y dee-dub. We've been bra......Read the rest...

...A rooster that plays the guitar? No way! They disbelieved me on this October day. So I took them to Red’s Shed, so merry and gay. Where my friend the rooster was strumming away. We have never s......Read the rest...

... The world was so very young, you could sing it nursery rhymes, and the sky would bend to your lips to kiss them. We had a rented room. London was a beautiful legend, set in pristine ancie......Read the rest...

...Only thy heart, dear Maggie, if you ask, Holds secrets and dreams within its flask. A treasure trove, where feelings reside, In whispered echoes that love can't hide. In moments shared, in tend......Read the rest...

...James Joyce: In winding streets of Dublin, I did dwell, found Ulyssean tales to weave and tell. In this modern age, voices rise anew. What themes thrive, Margaret, in works like ......Read the rest...

...Oh Tennessee, bard divine, what gems you've given, Of truth and pain from your wrecked life riven. Though critics scorned, your genius shone In shabby rooms where oft alone, You typed amid ......Read the rest...

...kindly air big mouthing every throat lungs suck until drunk maggie has gone shopping with alexa they back and forth with girlish glee while songbirds listen to the electronic voice of god ......Read the rest...

...Just a common whore they said Who rolled the drunken tars As they staggered out from The Dockside taverns and bars. Lime Street, Liverpool was Where she plied her trade. Where her drunken barga......Read the rest...

...When in the mountains at our cabin during our summer stays we are happy to honor and to celebrate a host of special days. If we’re blessed to be in the mountains enjoying the clouds the sun the s......Read the rest...

...Stricken with anguished nausea Written three years ago tomorrow, yet superimposed (likened to emotional palimpsest) upon mental state of yore recent post traumatic stress triggered courte......Read the rest...

...In Memoriam Quietly Always Close Are they whispers, then, settling So gently upon that slightest breeze wending Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels, Which stand in......Read the rest...