Raggy Poems - Poems about Raggy

...Have you seen a shaggy doll, a raggy doll, with a ponytail? It was such a beauty though it was on sale. I took her home and gave her all my love and care, I brushed her teeth and gently stroked he......

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...Discard the foolish thoughts of worthless things, instead reach out to somebody lonelier than a raggy vagrant who can't find his cosy home remembering Christmas; help him find it and fill his dist......

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...We waste our time on silly things mindless of what tomorrow brings; we use up moments that are simply banal, shouln't we use them in ways so pratical? Many afternoons in July or August are spe......

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...We are children of beggars we have no choice but to automatically harness our little talent or what we know it as knowing how to beg and prolly wash cars Since we’re surrounded by poverty pen......

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...Winter Fields Of Laois Wind song whispered between drystone wall and hawthorn morning cold stiffening face and fingers every clod-n-sod is an obstacle, my head bowed like a bull turning to l......

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...Blue ocean vistas Rainforest encroaches down Tree roots over stone Vines reach, wind, twine and climb Clutching trees that cradle them Burleigh Heads beach path Pandanus groves, mangroves Strange va......

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...Transparent raindrops fall on thirsty roses' buds, sunbeams filtering through clouds make them gleam, yellow-breasted robins, pelted on elms, still dream; the scruffy indigent with raggy clothes ends......

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...Father Christmas in the night sky his sleigh and reindeer a silhouette in the moonlight, He has traveled all over the world to lavish his presents to small sleeping children, The family has retired a......

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...I feel so lifeless like a doll. With raggy hair and a body so tall. So lifeless i am no emotion to see. Only a face but noone looks at me. To them i am only a shadow that walks behind No feeli......

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...Ragged forlorn a burden being born A pale face framed in coal black hair longing for a soft caress Suckling from a mother's breast Salty tears wet his lips instead No music fills his......

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...Such a cold, windy, day, watching the snowflakes gently lay. He came from the park just across the street, I guess that's where he goes to sleep. His coat was raggy, no socks did he wear, b......

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...the river moves across my bare legs. i gaze into its depth seeing my reflection. i was never one for conforming to what you wanted. and looking at the water, i couldnt see so much as a glimpse of ......

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