Second Fiddle Poems - Poems about Second Fiddle

... She was playing second fiddle Caught in a three way love affair Sometime love becomes a riddle She was playing second fiddle She found herself in the middle In this game of hearts all is......Read the rest...

...Please Indulge me still in your ardent ways The dissidence of youth now a distant haze That portrait of me still hangs in your hall My shallow gaze paying no mind at all The thick night air cho......Read the rest...

...Tippy Canoe and Tyler too Gray rabbit is on top with attitude, spots overdue Red rhino steadies him as he leans Balancing a blue ball, which is filled with beans Rocket ship is kind of in the m......Read the rest...

...It made sense the sky fell on Chicken Little But Chicken Big doesn’t play second fiddle So not to be beatin’ He just kept on eatin’ Until he doubled the size of his middle Chicken Big’s now re......Read the rest...

...The beauty of war, Arms are laid to rest, Tolerance is imbibed. The beauty of war, Peace is appreciated, It's no longer a second fiddle, The beauty of war, Its pangs restrain us, The loss......Read the rest...

...The story goes as dawn unfolds, Each day with its untold, A path to take, A route to meander. Gloom outruns dawn, Evening hastily spreads its sheet, Daylight plays the second fiddle, Morni......Read the rest...

...Cold and icy passageway to trudge through. Ships and warships sailed thru the Bering Strait. In limbo 'tween two nations, iced, staid too. When I first set out, for thrill I await. ......Read the rest...

...Drawn with anger, Drawn with bitterness, To attack, hurt and possibly kill, He doesn't want to play the second fiddle, He wants to be at the helm of affairs, To be unseated is to be irrelevant, ......Read the rest...

...A Doll to the Clinic Overlooking from the counter Then I saw her, With a bairn on the shoulder Wearing a face that mowed a smile. under duress she enters In nexus of tumult, And couldn't b......Read the rest...

...Rutherford Rugola was a witch with supernatural powers. The forest trees were in awe when she appeared with her fulcrum. Once every twenty-two years on a September with showers. She tossed crazy t......Read the rest...

...When still young, I learned to make ch......Read the rest...

...My ego rising tall from lowly lay, I often feel: world warms up to my song And plays a second fiddle in my play, I lead a vain orchestra all day long. But evening twilight setting in, I brood......Read the rest...

...As the song goes, she sings because she's happy and because she's free. I'm also happy and free, but I sure do wish that I could also sing. Anyway, everything and everyone must be true to their pur......Read the rest...

...Written By: D. Collins 11/2/20 I don't want you anymore. I can't touch you anymore. You're not my Goddess anymore, and so far from pure.......Read the rest...

...Decades of a formula that only he knew about it and drew, Cascades of his artwork came to a head in his last years, Glissades of a swan in a lake that only a handful had seen, Tirades made......Read the rest...