Ms Poems - Poems about Ms

ms. deborah digges ms. deborah digges died today plunged to the earth and they found her that way she took her complex thoughts of simplicity and buried them in the soil of the university i suppose like most who take their own lives we will never know the real cause of her death but when one leaps from a building so high it...

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Yesterday, white and cold was the weather It’s now gone old winter It’s like turning a light switch on Today is the birth of the spring season Let me wish you: Happy Anniversary, Ms. Spring Happy Birthday, my love! Again, the birds are chirping After a long séjour flying in a warmer climate They look like lovers coming off a lavish date Tonight...

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There is this lady whom I'll call Ms Maybe cause she excites and spites each man in her life as she's not ready to become a wife. Ms Maybe is a real Daisy that turns shady in the blink of an eye. She's a one-of-a-kind flower that transforms by the hour. Goodbye lady who turns each admirer and aspirer into a perspirer. Farewell Ms Maybe whose heart...

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Wilbur had been thinking about his teacher's gift all night A bag of onions, that all we can give Miss Cricks? His mother said “it will be more than enough”. He thought it was a sad offering, felt embarrassed. Lollygagged to school, arrived late, stayed in the doorway. The bag behind his back, a burden, proof of their poverty. Miss Cricks...

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I always will remember when I was young and wanting to be special in some nice way. One person used the power in their tongue. The dark clouds parted, and I felt a ray of sunny joy come beaming down on me. The person was my teacher of sixth grade. She saw in me what others did not see. My feeling not...

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My muse is confused randomly sways To songs on the radio that I hate You know the ones they celebrate That are fluffy stuff overplayed I change the station but guess what She changes it back turns it up Begins to nod her head scream sing Every single word like it’s a dream Another sad love song oh come on Can’t we...

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Now at my workplace, waiting for my corporate lead, and no sooner said there she was as everybody behind me being fellow workers--not working, before she reached the front desk counter, I turned quickly to them and told them to continue their obligations people are working, and with that said, they went back to work,...

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Can't ask a man, a woman, or anyone... to change who they are overnight. But for you, if you did, I'd try. Leaves turn to green, as if by some magic spell do they know why... Crickets trumpeting the cicadas return Ol man sun hangs higher in the sky. Stood holding my cap a long time waiting the judges to make...

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Some say my heart is cold and dark, While others say I’m beautiful. Some say my appearance, without remark, Brings about chaos and confusion – As shoppers hurry to the store, a spark Of urgency in their step, buying up essentials, For the moment when I fall down in the park. Some say my soul is beyond desolate, While others say I’m jubilant, Leaving...

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Why does Ms. Breech teach children? She doesn’t even like kids! From the mouth of a five-year-old our “teacher of the year” would hold a grudge forever against this innocent honest five-year-old, if she knew. I guess no one told the selection committee how many students despise school after kindergarten here wonder if being boss’s cousin has something to do with her...

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Eight years ago this day February 8 2016 I came forth My name is LeiNah Williams Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn Yea! And I sing and play the violin My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams Non nowhere so familiars Worth more than billion I be one of God’s Children In His army, yet a civilian LeiNah Williams’s brilliance In mine...

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A ball of ripe green lettuce teases Miss T. Goat She studies it from afar, nothing in her throat Along comes a handyman who is fixing the moat. Do you want it down? He asks Miss T. Goat Miss T. Goat is not the kind to make up her mind. She sits and stares, until her ideas unravel and unwind. The...

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Do not schedule a pta meeting for Miss Horsatense She will have none of that, ridiculous nonsense She does not “do” meetings with others, they would waste her time. Communal living? Not on her dollar or dime. Her dance movements are inventive, her music is her own, her ideas, ways, and means are unique – anomalies unknown. Miss Horsatense does not...

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Ms. Pete had the most interesting chair It had pizzazz, color, shape, and ready flair Eclectic like it, she knew what to wear We did not see the back until she climbed heaven’s stair The back was almost prettier than the front if you ask me Ms. Pete had an eye for fashion that went past whoopee We will miss her...

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Methamphetamine, I never thought we'd meet, But here I am, shattered and weak. At first, you were just something to try, But soon I found myself hooked and high. You numbed my pain and brought me relief, But little did I know, you were a thief. You stole my...

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