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Quinceanera Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormCategories  
Premium Member Poem A Quandary Jack Ellison Limerick quinceanera,
The Dancer and the Duende, Poems that Paint a Picture 3 Jack Webster Free verse quinceanera, beautiful, beauty, dance, lust,
The Town of Wiarton Darlene De Beaulieu Free verse quinceanera, city, emotions, friendship, girlfriend,
Haiku for the Butter Machine Jackson LaBaugh Haiku quinceanera, earth, emotions, heartbreak, money,
Ceasar Salad dennis sheffer Free verse quinceanera, allegory, culture, earth, emotions,
common sense john doherty Acrostic life, quinceanera,
Pshhhhhhh Tckkk robert johnson Rhyme quinceanera, riddle,

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Quinceanera Poem Example

Pshhhhhhh Tckkk

I've been working really hard.
And I haven't done a thing.
The answer to the riddle isn't signaled with a ding.

Professions and confessions leave the door a bit ajar.
I've traveled many places, I've not gotten very far.
The only way to get there must be high up on a star.
Maybe someday I'll find my way with my human radar.

The endless dream of inhibition.
A life long scheme with no ambition.
An entry of just one submission.
To catch that big one while your fishn'.

What is the point of rambling on.
If it's still dark upon the dawn.
And clouds foreshadow yesterday.
Repeating everything you say.

I now have come to understand.
Why an Ostrich hides itself in sand.
It's not because it is afraid.
But maybe just needs some cool shade.

What image can an artist show.
To make the viewer ever know.
The vision that was born within.
That they look for with that sly grin.

Where does the end begin this time.
As I keep searching on in rhyme.
Awaiting a slight glimpse ahead.
To come alive before I'm dead.

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