Scolds Poems - Poems about Scolds

...Silver-haired princess Masks her heart with icy glares Russian secrets bloom Whispered words like snowflakes fall Melting on his unhearing ears Classroom desk neighbors She scolds his sleepy ......

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...Take a spoon and take a scoop. Then the ice cream fiend comes out. He doesn’t like foot prints. In the ice cream. Cold, but in a lively way. As if there’s someone out there. But they are ......

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...If I rely on myself for truth, I waste my time, for who am I, certainly not the Creator. —by poet My truths are bubbly and smile as light shines fr......

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...I light up another cigarette, its smoke turns into puffs... then they form small clouds': a skeleton drawn in the gazette. It's a disregard for this precious life, consider myself worthless an......

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... Prospecting for gold in a mosquito-infested ravine The junior explorers all mighty keen to prove their skeptics curmudgeony scolds And sure enough, they return all gap-too......

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...("A Question of Balance", 2019, original encaustic) An Unbalanced Equation My wife is in the middle of her cataract procedure, One eye done and another to go. Generally, it’s a remarka......

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...She gathers her things for the night And stuffs them into a bag or two. The usual things a woman brings to her lover’s, Most things old and something new. An experience that is yet to be shared, ......

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... faucets drip radiators rattle hinges creak dad’s in the saddle lights blink a/c blows ......

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...The sadness of getting lonely, weary and old is none other than the anguishing thought, we can't avoid feeling or mentioning at all cost; daily unrest triggers the awful death word! Will all f......

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...I am cold and I drive myself away From a grave made of clay With yellow-colored edges, And the earth as its lid. I am cursed to accept myself... A ghost with eyes and bones, I am walking wea......

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...As I walk through the market in the early light I see the vendors and the buyers in a constant fight I see the goods and the prices change every night I see the scales and the weights that are nev......

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...To my children she is mother bringer of life, giver of love, sculptor of minds, painter of dreams, the calmer, the soother, the rock… Holding them through the tears of mistakes done, whe......

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...she gives a great scolding her angry trills give me chills apparently we upset her when we peeked in the nest her screeches make hair stand up on my neck......

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...The empty swing swings gently in the gentle breeze that wafts across the empty playground park. The dust in the foot-pans beneath the swings lifts up in the breeze, swirls and curls in a s......

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