Play Down Poems - Poems about Play Down

...Let's be kind with our words and the hearts of others. Live, love and learn. No regrets. Blessings. Last words By Michelle Morris 08/05/2023 If these are our last words Let them be words of......Read the rest...

...There once lived a prankster; that was a skunk Dressed like an elephant with a huge trunk 'Till one day there's a loud yell- "What's that horrendous smell ?" That poor fella could not play down ......Read the rest...

...Sam, Sam, the drunken man Hiccup, hiccup, stagger Sprayed by the skunk again Stench replaces swagger Uncle is a rebel Standards sinking lower His Lust rings the death knell Evil hands him ov......Read the rest...

...It’s a sweet sound an artist makes That we receive wave after wave. But it’s never made much sense to me Why a track changes how people behave. After all, it’s just music. I’ve heard it’s a......Read the rest...

...You get to have a life review when you die - or so I am told. The hope of a do-over has me living here still on this tiny blue planet on the far edge of nowhere, with the thought of endless secon......Read the rest...

...When I was three or four I asked my mom whether snowflakes are true Hearing they are not to us My heart sank in deep sorrow dust I see on TV snow falls on land I also watched until I could sta......Read the rest...

...Your nose looks like it’s avoiding the smell coming up from your toes, you stick it in my business assume half the show and there you go ranting in an unctuous fashion slideshow of passion as you sta......Read the rest...

...When we were young my parents would take us Every spring to run and play down the forest Lined lane. Now when they come our dad has his arm Wrapped around our mom and he uses a cane. Our father ......Read the rest...

...How exciting, it’s getting closer, The night is almost here, For the play that’ll play the play that’s written, By our favourite Will Shakespeare. There’ll be rage then shock to fear to sad, ......Read the rest...

...When rainfall spills on crystal night, The damp brick halls and lamps' soft light Make me slip-slide though I’m alone Into the lanes of cobblestone, Allowing free movement on flight.......Read the rest...

...Elections yield idiosyncratic bloodthirsty gods, demons, lemons, liars, and fleas full of prayers that most are just tricks in twists and turns of emptiness that only endeavor to veil the ro......Read the rest...

...a foot note in music......Read the rest...