Purse Poems - Poems about Purse

... Written: April 16, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She slowly releases her pen and descends, Tucking neatly inside her purse, my friend. Once cherished, a let......Read the rest...

...I saw you sitting there acting as if you don’t care, I saw you sitting there staring at them with strange eyes, and rehearsing a strange thought in your head wishing that the table would turn, and ev......Read the rest...

...In that day, when seeking Gods word. For, purpose in this life not expecting much. Growing up in church following along. Mom, would say you need to go church to be good. Great grandma saying shhh......Read the rest...

...Do you know what it feels like when your dad leaves to go get the milk and comes back with a gun and some vengeance? No? Well me neither. See look, being funny is hard. Some people don’t like your......Read the rest...

... Songs I hear what do they say? should I leave? should I stay? how long will this last? how long will it take for all the pieces to fall into their right place? You broke me down I try to......Read the rest...

...The Pugilist The push for purse or punishment to take the heavy iron what brands the foot or binds the hand? another step in time agreed the lengths to self-defence endure the cunning......Read the rest...

... birds flash ideas wrapping words around our hearts mindful treasures pray our ribbon gardens feather flowers wind in winds crimson heartfelt leaves pollen sunshine streams ......Read the rest...

...Where do all the pens go that's what I wanna know Did we give them to friends who might keep them (depends) Maybe burglars stole them but not jewelry or gem Or snagged by the goblins scr......Read the rest...

...Doesn't it take boldness and strength to purse visions with a constant beat, and be thrilled when two people meet? Dreams have bright and dark colors, and each one of them simply reveals how th......Read the rest...

...I babysit the daughter (Ivy) of a doctor at the hospital where I volunteer, accumulating ‘clinical hours’ for my med school applications. According to my mom, the purpose of my current existence is t......Read the rest...

...We danced all night on Maxwell street singing the blues and eating chicago style hotdogs driving by Halsted my hair blew in the breeze as I winked at the Cermax river flowing of winter gree......Read the rest...

...No maker of goods or wares was he A taker of coin that none can see Just a cad so cool and debonair And a pickpocket extraordinaire He distracts his prey with rhyme and verse And slyly......Read the rest...

..."Wherever women gather together failure is impossible." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, wish I had the skill to draw or paint my vision of her, the woman du......Read the rest...

...Where learned men converse On college grounds traverse Those lads debonair and debutantes fair With diamonds in their purse By limousine conveyed Their education's paid A most common tale of ......Read the rest...

...I be but a Trubador Bard and poet I travel on my donkey Everywhere to village and every town miles apart With a feather in my hat and my Mandolin With a whistle and a song within my heart I co......Read the rest...