Parquet Floor Poems - Poems about Parquet Floor

...Let me get r o m a n t i c, cross my legs, pucker my lips, slip into your shadow. You say, “It’s a bit hot in here,” as I draw near. You're pulling at your collar, releasing you......

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... If remembering is hopeless, then it’s time to resign But its easy to say, than to perform rightly Time shifts down slowly, crosses the final line And red turns to brown, showing its time to fl......

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...Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tapped my keyboard, my eyes bleary As I tried to write a novel that was no bore I looked for inspiration, how to avoid clichés temptation I’d write about rejuv......

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...The teachers’ voices were loud and shrill, but there was just one message, “everyone sit still!”, though it was hard on the parquet floor, in polyester trousers, bought the week before, the fir......

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...Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house But all the mice were sound asleep for it was dark outside And then Rum saw a windo......

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..."We're going to need a bigger fig leaf." Proclaimed the teacher to her staring class As the model removed the last of his attire. A collective, almost silent gasp and the clatter of a fallen br......

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...She lays on fine velveteen sheath a body wrapped in the delicate texture of malleable night – With fondled taps, he pulls her toward him spilling desire all over womanly contours - building......

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... "Another Man’s Treasure" Jetsam tumbles broken doorbells no one answers anymore ironing boards pressing to imprint something of signifi......

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... So you took your best shot, but sadly it rimmed out Rocket swish arc reached for the brightest star ... only to receive a missed blastoff launch tipoff Got time zone sent he......

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...The boy gets teased for wearing Holy Keds And never Michael Jordan tennis shoes. A field trip for a Friday afternoon: Today, it’s modern art, the locals’ wing. Head down, he tags along behind his......

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...There I stood, flushed: gripping a diaphanous pelvis of his guitar, he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes… glossy under a roulette of lights, saucy on the parquet floor upon an artist'......

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...Red numbers burn 4:04 into the darkness. Moments later, they transform their identity and moan 5:16. Work begins in three hours and forty-four minutes; three hours and forty-three minutes. An unin......

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...An oil painting wilted; abuse has shaped it's rotted form. It's been to war ...and for too long; unrecognizable is the artwork it's suppressed. Simply dripping, dripping midnight pitch ......

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...People say my poetry is mostly doom and gloom But I’m a funny person and I’ll prove it to you soon My wit and sharp ripostes are a constant delight Let’s see if I can tell this story to prove I’m ......

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...There has grown a sports tradition, On the west side of Chi-town. Where a theam that played at Roundball, Had taken man a crown. From the parquet floor of Boston, To the Hive down Charlotte wa......

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