Named Poems - Poems about Named

How could you do me this way? I thought you said you liked me.. Ever since the first glance my heart felt relief I guess I was fooled, what an imbecile I felt it coming? Why so soon? I wasn’t enough? WHY WONT YOU SPEAK? YOU KNOW WHO I AM.. Sigh, trapped in my mind. Everything replays. I think about you...

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a gopher sat on my toe today sassy and saucy, his name was Ray What fun do you have? The scamp asked me I rocked my toe, so he could see Do that again, he goaded me I teeter-tottered him to my knee Come back tomorrow the gopher said He blew me a kiss and my face turned red...

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I bought me a horse from a feller named Clyde, said, "She’s gentle and sweet, just a joy for to ride." Well, "Maybe" she was, and maybe she weren't-- the first thing she did was dump me in dirt. I saddled up hopeful, boots shiny and proud, "Maybe" just yawned and sat down on the ground. I pulled, and I pushed,...

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From East to West let my servant's trumpet announce this victory over those who defied me; no Greek dares to fight me: I am their uttermost deity! They named me Zeus and look to me for guidance, I carry the thunderbolt and I strike all enemies with vengeance; they fell by the dozen in the battlefield below Athens, the ones who survived will challenge me...

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Should we have walked six miles instead of two? What else were I to do? Bowed down and raging Fuming in our cages I left it all to you You wield your power and I could only cower to the fear of losing With you I'm always losing How awful the decline Fanfare to jeers Running into the fears Stayed by the friend The cause of my end They...

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I'm in a pickle Soured sometimes I cry Because there's not much time here For I will soon leave memories behind There is no time for regrets No time for bitterness Nothing needs to be undone I'm only space filled with skin and bones A beautiful mind only remembers from long ago I brushed my teeth today I dressed myself Combed my hair I looked in...

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In a world of colors, bright and bold, Lives a kid named Cat, with a story untold. With a heart full of dreams, and a spirit so free, Yet trapped in a body that doesn’t agree. They walk through the halls, a smile on their face, But inside, they feel...

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there was an old man named McGuinn who liked his women and his sloe gin one night it was said he took both to bed and woke up next day with a sly grin ...

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My cat is aptly named Mischievous A little ball of fur She doesn't weigh much But how dearly I love her She always spills her milk Then licks her whiskers clean She doesn't do it on purpose She doesn't seem to be mean She lays on the carpet Rolled up into a ball In her...

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has he got the balls to juggle? doesn’t he have balloons? only a knife and a photo of his mother not meeting their gaze only walking by, fixed eyes on the horizon he walks down the block party where mothers hold children in fear and Dennis is in a trance dancing toward the uncertain nothing to leave toward another town start anew parties in...

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In a quiet town where shadows blend, A boy named Dustin learned to mend, Born to a mother, young and alone, With dreams in her heart, but a heavy stone. No father’s hand to guide his way, But a grandfather’s love would light the day, With wisdom deep as...

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Bess’s expressions were grotesque Most usually weirdly cheerless She is under unusual duress Her family is an utter mess Bess is playing poker more or less Her deadpan expression not needless A stickler for rules more or less My watercress-loving friend named Bess...

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There once was a lady named Liz She could have made it in the biz With the voice of an angel She had me disabled In a pop can Liz was the fizz ...

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Did those who dare to play God Think to give Quark a sense of humor? Or will Q laugh with the realization That only one of billions, An elite genius Nobel award winning Physicist, Is responsible for Q’s creation. Who walks to work everyday To a top-secret government facility That to the ordinary citizen Is...

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She was imaginative, artistic and clever. An inspired visionary who never said never. A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too. Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue. We knew with these talents she would go far. But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar. Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such. Her...

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