Posters Poems - Poems about Posters

I look at the missing person poster Another young girl with long hair, pretty face One hundred and nineteen pounds She looks like all of the other missing person posters Why don’t we ever see grandmas on missing person posters? Where are the posters with enormous men? Why are no plain janes missing? It is always the beauty queens Petite and gorgeous And small...

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Because, they are jerks and so full of .... no cool one wants to read them...

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What is the point of presenting with AI It's just a lie, a lie, a lie You get the credit, people praise high But you're deceiving with a lie It's not just that but you waste our time Put in none of your own selecting a rhyme Low level if we are talking a crime But I steal none of your...

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Poets vs. Posters Poets ...

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Art gallery glimpses Posters on walls; Unfamiliar insights ~~~~~~~~~ Fresh good market Country festival; Abundant fruits ~~~~~~~~~ Young child escorted Proud parents each side; Nurture greets nature ~~~~~~~~~ Roasted meat stall Duck, chicken, BBQ pork; Appetizing fares ~~~~~~~~~ Pay day queue Busy ATM buzz; Cash flow escapades ~~~~~~~~~ Sleepy moments Heavy eyelids flutter; Bedtime stories ~~~~~~~~~ Quizzical notions Unanswered query; Planning-in-progress ~~~~~~~~~ Chinese Pu-Er tea Refreshing brew; Fragrant sensations ~~~~~~~~~ Sparrow sing-song Rainy day complaint; Resting on my ledge ~~~~~~~~~ Crows on a tree Casuarina bough; Wet evening dark ~~~~~~~~~ Ships by the bay Sunset silhouettes; City...

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Uber Poster I was searching for a poet that I know posted today I searched on down the list I searched nearly all the way I could not find the poet as I searched through the pile I just get coming across the postings of a poet rhymed with piles I was wondering whether to look but then I saw...

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Plastered posters up on dividers laminated and preserved for generations of students, marching by filing nameless the years, uncounted the numbers...

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Culture club, Kajagoogoo and Wham Just a few of those staring lifeless from my walls As I sit petrified on my bed With you standing threatening over me No songs they've sung Can absorb all that every word you say burns But as they witness all you do to me Less alone my mind bleeds Once your gone From his picture Boy George holds...

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