Scuffled Poems - Poems about Scuffled

...It's time to get the stockings out of storage before those who are nosey, begin to forage, in my saloon, lookin' for their Christmas gift. I know if I catch em' they'll plead the fifth......

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...Forgive me if I ask how long before we converge again around the bonfire in the wee hours to douse this chilly dust-laden winds of the season. It was a misery, but it should happen again. That subt......

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...I’m calling you out! Many ‘came and went,’ but after George Floyd, I thought it was done; Now, two more possibly got hanged, and another, shot with a gun. ‘Black disrespect’ is real! In the midst ......

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...To Hellie's credit, she had rightly judged... for, all told- the young man was quite shady so from her guard-post she would not be budged for she was most loyal to her lady And when he cooed an......

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...McGee sat deep in his overstuffed chair As his son came home from school McGee called out as Shawn rushed by “I need to 'ave a word with you” So Shawn scuffled over and flopped in a chair His ......

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...the silence almost too heavy for my woozy body. outside, kissing a cigarette, "goodnight", i scuffled through the neighborhood. it was so quiet. once i stopped moving, stopped thinking, stopped fe......

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...The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen Part Rewritten By Scarlett G. Rollins Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold......

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...I cannot breathe -scuffled I cannot breathe -scuffled Poisoned hearts muffled ......

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...As evenings dark began to close in a little girl wipes her nose on her sleeve. Listless and hungry she walks in the snow a poor and lost soul, one cold New Year’s Eve. Her dead mothers slippers......

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...Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale -Across the Atlantic, 1793- And as days tumbled away, we staggered Along, knock-kneed, dead beat and haggard. Our bodie......

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... Look At That Face! Before I was yours there was a time when I could not go outside. I would stay all day in this concrete cage and the days would pass me by. Many people scuffled through t......

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...These nights that he told me He had to work late He was out having drinks With secretary Kate! She drove through the night Past the old Starlight Inn Where she noticed Jack's car As he wallo......

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...On cold and stormy winter nights while mom was counting sheep Dad and I would snuggle tight eyes fixed on fire, staring deep He’d talk and laugh the night away though sickened by the smell of sm......

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