Preterition Poems - Poems about Preterition

(Preterition = the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard, in this case, charity) Who can accuse him of lacking charity? He felt the rain, cold and dank, too many people without shelter, poorly dressed, wet and shivering. I’d rather not talk about it. I’m like everyone else. No one smelt the squalor of a place forgotten by mankind. So...

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He wanted my number and name. I saw on his finger a ring. I wouldn’t be playing his game. He wanted my number and name. I said to him (when the drinks came) I wasn’t the type for a fling. He wanted my number and name. I saw on his finger a ring! Written May 14, 2016 For the Preterition Contest of Sara Kendrick...

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They say I wait for you Didn’t they see me vying for another look at you as they shut the oak wood casket. They say I wait for you But know that they are lying. I don't save space on our bed for you Just that, that side is sagged under your weight They say I wait for you I’m crazy,...

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whoever helps me no need to mention their names ...

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Preterition Swears on the Bible with all due respect ...

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Preterition of Cooking Don't talk to me about cooking I don't cook anymore Tried to cook on a cattle drive The boys gave me "what for" We was eight days from Abilene Cooking was goin' well A twister jumped the herd that day An' blew the cook to hell We don't talk about cooking - I volunteered to cook Eight days the cowboys ate my swill, But...

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I won't sing the words to what was our song. It would hurt my heart too much to even try so don't ask me again or you'll make me cry. I cannot sing it because I am not that strong. "But, Mom, it had such romantic lyrics and melody..." Stop asking me. If you want music turn the radio on. Those...

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Whoever I dreamt about Certainly it was not she Though any woman I dream of It might very likely be she No I do not say that She comes only at night Though it should be very natural If she avoided eyes of light No balcony came out from the house It was white and flat Though a terrace would have been matching And a...

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She Walked By She walked through the crowd, softly offered the urchin shelter and food. He scoffed at her penury being and ran away. She walked through the crowd, saw the urchin and quietly walked by..... She walked through the crowd, a smiling figure creeped closer whose preternatural satanic light lit in her charred soul and burnt accounts. She walked through...

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Retirement day came for the most responsible employee of the company Thirty years of waking up each morning at 5:00 a.m. in the morning Making routinary tasks without stopping except for the lunch break A surprise tribute was arranged by their coworkers and supervisor Balloons, flowers and a swiss watch were part of the gifts to Tylor The ballroom...

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I entered the poetry contest with a poem of which I was proud. I had read the rules so carefully to be certain of what was allowed. I took my time and edited the grammar, the flow, and the rhyme. I checked how fast it was filling, entering it in plenty of time. Some of the entered poems I found and continued to hold...

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Pearly gates god waits Sara, all that booze and men you cannot come in comp entry 08042016...

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The Homeless People and animals are helpless on the street of any city, regarded as worthless, society just passes them by, empty and hollow, they fall into a black abyss of nothingness. Today, I saw a man with a kitten, and I ran to the store for food, even though I had only a little money, I did not...

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I'm just an old country boy City life's not for me In the country I felt free This city life is chokin me I got my clothes packed in a matchbox A pocket full of affairs My thumb up in the air And I'm country bound, I swear Had to hobo me a train This boy was country bound Far from that city crowd Back...

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The mate of my soul has passed me by. Ships in the night. Out of my sight. I thought it was you. My love at eighteen. Destiny decreed you become a has been. I have been omitted from that lucky queue. Overlooked, yet hopeful to one day find you....

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