Make Poems - Poems about Make

Make believe you love me. Make believe you care. Make believe it's my fault. For you're no longer there. Make believe it's over. Make believe a lie. Make believe you love me. Make believe goodbye. Believe I really loved you. Believe I really cared. Believe my heart is broken, for I'm no longer there....

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[Verse 1 – Him] Wake up with the sunrise, boots on the floor Coffee in the kitchen, same as the day before I love like I live—steady, slow, and strong Keep it simple, keep it real, keep movin’ on [Verse 2 – Her] I move to the rhythm of a city beat Glass in my hand, high heels on my feet Love, to...

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Roses are red, violets are vile Lilies are ugly, daisies make me smile Allergies are making me sneeze off my head I hate to say this, but I want all flowers dead I cannot bury them in my yard for they make me sick If you send me a bouquet, I will be saying “ick!” Flowers are pretty, if they do...

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Life is filled with memories, both good and bad, many times I face days with rivers to cross. Frequently, my memories bequeathed will be sad, so the pleasing i embrace, and unhappy one’s toss. But I try not forgetting that I’m in God’s care, and so, eventually all my days will be bright. God will not put more on me than...

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How lucky we are every morning when we wake up to hear this voice inside our head say: Let’s do everything we can to make today a great day. It doesn’t have to be earth-shattering…monumental or grand in any way It doesn’t have to be anything great…for it to be a great day. Yesterday we woke up early, fed...

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Make not hate your mate; Don't go with it on a date. It’s indeed a very bad trait! Allow it not to kill your discretion; It badly injures your impression. Doubt not, it halts your progression! Sow not this deadly seed in your mind; In each and every one, faults it does find. And...

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The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix? Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee Making her a friend in furious practicality Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy Forming a deliberate,...

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“The octopus’ tender tentacles tinkled like pomegranate bells ---" Cut, Cut Cut! What the 'H' are you talking about? ‘Tender tentacles of an octopus tinkling.’ Have you gone mad, Max? ...

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Does this outfit make me look fat? The crocodile asked the saleslady. A bull-speaker, gusher and a compliment-er was, this lying gal, Sady. You look marvelous, she said, I love the polka dots, stripes and plaid. The crocodile strutted around the three-way mirror, pompously glad....

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Sharita was running out of make up on this strange night She had put turquoise and purple in her hair all right Her eyelids were painted a lovely grayish blue with dazzle I need more make-up she said, so I can dazzle razzle When most people are getting ready to go to bed Sharita is painting her hair, and painting...

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Who will make the bread if everybody is dead Who will get the children out of bed and get them And put on their shiny shoes and take them to school If everybody is dead who will cut the lawn When I wake up at dawn and just before the break of day Who will wipe my tears away the...

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Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers. "the act of separating the Two" The Twenty One Day Rule By Professor Meanus Labyrinth "Gabba Gabba Hey" Code name Project: " Fragaria x ananassa" Taint Whyle means to undermine a current relationship to bring it to null. or not any,...

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She inhales the aurora, breath laced with frozen with light speed Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze, her bodice bending like solar flares. Astronaut A quasar shudders behind her lips, erupting across the event horizon. Space folds— she unspools like a nebula unraveling, luminous in the underworld aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance...

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She snaps like a brine tendon, spilling embryo chords across the basalt shelf. Tongues of nacre split her sides, each vertebra strung with gravid silence. Kelp-blind, she threads the continental rift, her fingernails seeded with unfinished continents. Magma foams in the pouch of her pelvis, grinding up vowels like crushed coral....

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