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Pigtailed Poems - Poems about Pigtailed


Premium Member Your Hands, Your History
...How I took for granted, thee! Now, reaching an age, I began to ponder. Their truly outstanding history. Hands that once with grand wonderment stared at crayon colors. Tanned, dimpled hands of......

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Categories: pigtailed, imagery, memory,
Form: Verse
Premium Member The Poet Snarkies
... The Poet Snarkies These are the pigtailed cuties who play in the parkies. Also, so darling and sparkly, they are the the life of all parties. Till a new girl comes in and tries to simpl......

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Categories: pigtailed, angst, girl, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member How Times Have Changed
... How Times Have Changed~ We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass! Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets. Mother treated each child as her very own ange......

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Categories: pigtailed, god, heaven, inspirational,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Dabbling In Dreams
...The cotton candy clouds melted in my mouth as I flew over the menacing tiger who was crouched with his mouth open catching all my loose teeth I flew away quickly not wanting to be within his reach......

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Categories: pigtailed, anxiety, dream, flying, water,
Form: Light Verse
Diplomacy
...The footman, in impeccable white hose and pigtailed wig, halts five yards off, and bows. An under-secretary, in the throes of studying the Lombard Ruse, allows the silent slippered servant to s......

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Categories: pigtailed, history,
Form: Quatrain



Trouble Loves Pandora's Box
...With breathless zeal I did the deed In this, Pandora’s dorm-room bed, Self-gloating how I did succeed At wheedling such a pert coed, A playground chum, for years I’ve known This blithe tomboy ......

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Categories: pigtailed, men, relationship, women,
Form: Quatrain
Queen Anne's Lace
...I spent my childhood summers In a rural mountain place, And dotted through the meadows Was a slew of Queen Anne’s lace. They told me that it was a weed. Its smell did not attract; But bees would buz......

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Categories: pigtailed, childhood, nature,
Form: Rhyme
How Were You At Six Years Old
...How were you at six years old, Pigtailed, jumping down the stairs, Or further, at a sombre seven Disdaining play at hounds and hares How at ten you sang to sleep Toddler siblings two and three......

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Categories: pigtailed, love
Form: Verse

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