Off The Shelf Poems - Poems about Off The Shelf

on Tuesday the candy canes danced off the shelf I almost got run over by a screaming running elf. Where is the head baker? He asked without apology. Watch where you are going! I yelped to that arrogant he. Then I saw something horrific for myself. Those striped candy canes had all danced off the shelf. They were doing the tango,...

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The Elf on the Shelf gets fired for his unwise behavior. Now he’s out for revenge. ELF OFF THE SHELF The elf he got sacked so he decides on Christmas Eve he’s justified to catch all the gifts because of the rift but Santa does pin him underside 12/13/2021...

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You must immediately take that elf off the shelf! But why? The shopkeeper asked. What’s the reason? Because he my most productive candle selling elf And it is the Black Friday slash Christmas season....

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Words prance off shelves and hit me in the head Trying to land in my mouth Little do they know my mouth cannot use them My mouth is afraid of the wrath of others But my fingers can use them Will type them up quickly and make them a poem Still they try for my mouth Trying to make it “man” up but it...

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one day, I fell off the shelf, broke into many pieces, hands swept me away and dumped me into a plastic garbage bin to be picked up by a refuge truck on Friday and delivered for burial at the junkheap of abandoned hearts where cries are not heard February 7, 2020...

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Some solutions are better left on the shelf, Even when we have turned into an elf, If you have interest in the health of yourself. It may be better to stay clear of the shelf, If you want to continue thinking for yourself, And you should never listen to an elf. Shopping for ideas is not in the interest of good...

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I've been sitting up here day after day and months on end, and please, let's not talk about years. I watch you stare at me when you think I'm unaware. I see you vacillate between life's mundane and the big, beautiful me, and oh, how I cringe when you buckle to those artificial fears. This old,...

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Behold I'm coming quickly the end is very near The signs of my returning are making themselves clear My intention's never been for you to sit on the shelf I have chosen you to be an example of myself If you truly love me help me spread the word Before my Father's had enough and the trumpet sound is heard I...

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One fine day someone came into the store and took us off the shelf, they threw their money down, we were tossed into a bag, so dark was it in there, suddenly we heard lots of people talking, we were inside a smoked filled room, this man pulled us out of the bag, he then opened our package we were in, took us out, he threw us onto ...

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“For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem--a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own”- Emerson Your smile is selfish and sensual; A poet, with Apollo’s privilege, Dressed in the loneliness of civility Where is the fire, the flame, The...

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