Pinafore Poems - Poems about Pinafore

... * I’m honored to say that this piece was used for a “War Poetry” class by Ann Marie Thornton at Bilkent University in Ankara, Turkey. Many thanks to her and the students for their questions and pho......

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...Lavender gingham dress Teensy tiny cotton checks Laced pinafore with dotted Swiss trim Thick scratchy twirling tulle petticoat Lacy white Sunday school gloves I twirled my dress in my shiny pate......

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... It's a soup that's made to order never from a store A little bouillon treat that's filled with herbs galore Not the kind you get from packets, no not that kind ! with itty bitty chicken b......

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...I visited my grandparents today. Their home has never changed in all the years I’ve visited since my life began. The white ceiling is stained in shades of orange and peach from the tobacco pi......

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...My fingers ran over the bark “A+K” nestled in a heart Wouldn’t you come with me, he asked, I cast a smile now an old scar The gentle breeze closes my eyes In the dusting of the springtime Swee......

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...God was wearing a dress and a pinafore in my dream. She had a bubble pipe She was blowing bubbles into planets Creating the universe God is a little girl I marveled God continued her work No......

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...Pink sixties floral design on the back of this snail so gay, I look and ponder, wondering who owned it once upon a…. Was it an older woman, with snow white hair and wrinkles Or a young girl wearin......

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...fresh rhinestone snowflakes Grandma’s hanky furry Christmas **** Star of Bethlehem Scalloped lace pinafore Daddy’s ironed collar clean glistening memories the whites of Christmas......

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...(Fictional, but based on the real experience of one of my close friends who lost her daughter in an accident) As I sat on my desk, Hurrying with my pent up work, A scrap of paper, l......

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...It’s not my fault if you get stung While wearing no shoes out-of-doors It’s not my fault that you got pregnant Because you lifted your pinafore. It’s not my fault things didn’t go well And you......

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...I hold my little new born child who is born in a hospital in a town where tumbleweeds roll mild the Cancer has been staged, its terminal incurable and running wild every hair on his hea......

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...I had to stop the car to take another look. It could have been a page from Norman Rockwell’s book. A farmhouse painted white, a porch with rocking chairs, chickens in the barnyard scratch......

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... oh, my precious child, let me kiss away your weep - do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night, stars whispering their ancient lullaby, swallowing not, the western rea......

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...Type A attempts to stress me up and make me do her bidding. Too late. I am lying under the rustling shadow canopy of my largest oak. I can feel an ant on my arm, and it makes me smile. I follow h......

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...The lady Belle got into a brawl She yelled and fell in a shameless sprawl She met the bare floor with her pinafore Baring cleavage for one and for all......

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