Posing Poems - Poems about Posing

Donald impersonating a nice guy publisher right after my accident traumatic brain injury car bomb attack he followed me to book stores ice cream shops art museum obsessed with my poetry my manuscript i was writing about my uncle bob satterfield the boxer he was so obsessed with everything about me he and Peter Gargano my...

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A conversation that ends as you sweep through the door I didn't quite hear, my position unsure So I'll make idle chit chat on your return Test the water, see what I can learn Oh maybe I imagined it, it all seems fine If there was a misunderstanding, it was clearly mine Is that second guessing? Have I made that a...

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in improbable scenarios I like to prance about filtered to the max with an enormous pout my fingernails are fake and so are my giant boobs I'm promoting useless product that I will never use I'll say anything to get more followers on the ‘gram I’m a narcissist unaware of how ridiculous I am...

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Rose! Last one of the season! It goes without reason, that no prose could do this right. The delicate little pose it shows in daylight, is what everybody really knows; autumn's beacon!...

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just when she proudly posed as a puffing magic dragonette the bubble burst and a shiny sword punctured vulnerable skin pierced the façade and made her reveal true person and posture I can’t hold this together without compromise a circle to be squared with fumes of empty promise and hope the hypothenuse of her losses overreaching angles and peace soft...

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bent frames smudgy lenses precariously resting on an aristocratic nose unkempt! the baggy ...

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POSING FOR JOHN SINGER SARGENT ruby red velvet exquisite gown, silver shoes snow white countenance pinched red cheeks, ebony hair Mrs. Hugh Hammerslay smiles 8/5/2020...

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G-irl posing in the meadow I-s enjoying her birthday; E-arly nineteenth January, L-ight takes the dark A-way. O-ne posing in the meadow R-ises above the crowd; I-t's a beautiful Thursday, L-etting her become proud. L-ong cold chill disappears, so does the Wednesday sorrow; A-nother morn meets the girl posing in the meadow....

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What is the secret of your smile That seems so fearful to be free? (My culture tries so hard To show a cheerful face.) Perhaps you would deny your joy (Sharing the Chinese belief That the Gods can be jealous Of human happiness Or any other way That we approach perfection) ? Perhaps you want to turn The jealousy of friends. Perhaps you seek...

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You penny-posing loafer You’re worn, through and through Like us, puh-lease say we’re over Before I fly-salt your food You’re worn, through and through Like the new burn-holes in your pants? Before I fly-salt your food, Why not leave as I passively ask? Like the new burn-holes in your pants, The gap between us is HUGE Why not leave as I passively ask? Walk out...

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Monarch butterfly a silent stained-glass statue lights on wild flowers....

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