Patting Poems - Poems about Patting

... after The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe The mist fell over the lake like a grey blanket. Only the sound similar to a ranket. The water still and lifeless, not a ripple to be seen......

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...In the fireflies in the sky above, Gases collide with grace—no gaslighting~ They weave star-carpets that shimmer and wink, God’s lanterns flaring to soften our darkness. A fusion of hydrogen an......

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...I just had them, they were on my person, Have you seen them? They have a keyring of gizmo, He was my favourite growing up. The keys opened up so much, Where could they be? In a safe I have all......

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...Daisy My memories of you. The loving licks on our face, were cherished moments we embraced. A friend in you, I could always trust, just you and I, the two of us. I remember our walks......

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...When the world loves you You heart beats to a musical tune You like you whole body You have engery that soon Take you to the moon You feel every sunbeam Hit your soul with esteem Your smile......

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...when i was merely fourteen- i remember walking around wondrously throughout my town, i wondered how people could live like this. i look to my left and saw a fresh painted white house with a pic......

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...An hour past midnight, She rushed out of the head-storming library, With a numb body, she drove hard, pretending he no longer mattered. Still he ignored her, as always. Till, the silent, desert......

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...Patting myself on my brown back My immune system is out of wack Lupus is flaring I’m in silver sack Amethyst aches pearly pain is jacked Sores in the roof of my mouth Eating and drinking hurts......

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...Her dad was her first king, He made the rules; anything else was counterfeit. A precious figurine, yet a knight, Kept just out of reach but always ready to fight. Her mom was her first teacher,......

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...Push- by Dominique Smith Push through they say, keep pushing my way, dark cold wet sorrows and woes, spring comes for flowers and pressed for beauty. Hold on not yet, push down and keep it there. ......

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...Strong Characters and intriguing plots Universal themes with a strong vision that details the story and enhance the story telling abilities for the actors involved. It all ready compliments all o......

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...I feel honored, and flattered to acquaint myself (a married youthful looking sexagenarian solitudinarian from southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania), yet feel awkward at jump/kick starting a r......

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...Was that me? from that introvert freak timid confused always trying to please others so they will not criticize me coming out of the shell was so difficult but I managed slowly by learni......

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...My love was wrapped into gestures Instead of words Into concerns and nagging Teasing and smiling The sigh I gave in fondness Whenever you pouted over something When I remembered what matter......

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...Rolling your eyes, the chair in your hand fronting me, pulling my backpack with both hands, eyebrow risen, movement of mine you quickly stepping aside holding the back of your backpack, the accid......

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