Pretty Much Poems - Poems about Pretty Much

Pretty brick-a-brack on the old shack across the porch all the way to the back delighting Zack who has a design knack next to the door was a fire place plaque I looks like rickrack said my cousin Mack There was no slack, or any décor lack The fine snack served seemed a bit out of whack I kept one of these...

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so hot noon No one likes hotness this July yet night breeze cool calm lovely summer night so pretty sky bright...

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If You Want To Understand People: Read All Their Thoughts Down To The End. All To All Doubts, Challenged Throughout, Spun, Spinning Down While It Spins... HEY! WHERE'D YOU GO! If You See That, THEN That's What It Means. -Gray Squirrel 07-21-2025...

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I knew a young girl just a pretty face who lost her mind in outer space with a celestial body decidedly racy out of this world but totally spacey not quite the brightest light it's true (but what a view) and yet when gazing at the moon turned loony... a space cadet and 'twas the lunar orb (waxing, waning, new or blue) of that there's no doubt whose gravitational pull simply...

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. did yourn bard tell ya ...

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Pretty Is a concept You'll never Understand If you think I see you Through endeavours Of the hand I love You make the effort Appreciate Your style I love you Past the surface Just deeper All the while You paint Just like a rainbow With hues and shades And stuff Yet beautiful Has found you Already You're enough...

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"Cake and Jingle" Written by Aria Sooth wants And "Groovy" A. Staves She's the "Glam" Gotta say she's glamorous Soothing and sexy Charismatic Yeah she's got charm She's the "RIZZ" You know what I'm saying With style and class With main character energy I love her smile You know she ain't playin attractiveness We all agreed she got that Type of popular appeal The soft launch We got something Going on New to you She and...

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These broken nails Not pretty to look at, My triumphs, my fails Mean more than that Been scratching away Digging for some end, By night, by day … ‘Til they begin to bend Once polished to a shine … Is perfectly cracked, With pulled hair of mine And my nerves wracked All glitter, all gold … Neither one can stay, But, broken nails, I'm told Says something anyway. ...

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they called her lucky — because she never had to pay the bill for her own silence. because someone always pulled the chair, held the door, told her she was “too precious to bleed.” they gave her things soft enough to confuse her skin into forgetting what it’s like to be wild. but she knew — deep down, a golden cage is still a cage. she learned to...

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when i was a kid i used to draw a blue line near the top of the paper that was supposed to be the sky it started off being thicker in some places than in others but as the time passed i started to add clouds and draw inside the lines the older i got,  the more realistic the sky became then...

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A pair of pretty hands with precision shoot daft sunshine-filled sparks. Her heated strut creates a collision between what’s frozen and a wildfire. Lightning rod with the sound turned on an interstellar quake… Bringing about melodic destruction and that season built for heartbreak. A moving summer solstice vision. ...

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. just az mine ...

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. i dip'd into mine bucket uv ...

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Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge) "Stares upstairs.. Angels’ weeing above.. Be a good chap.. Show some love bruv.. Turn off the tap.. ***** No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge.. Parched sandbag phalanxes.. Ranks marching in flanks.. Arching across busted banks.. Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks.. ********** Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith.. Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief.. Mischief rashly unfurling… Brashly whirling...

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