Settee Poems - Poems about Settee

...In a dumpster at a house close to me were the contents of a home bourgeoisie. In the night, it caught fire, which did fill me with ire; was gonna dive for a velvet settee!......

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...All became purview in her constant gaze ~ eyes that followed, no matter my corner, nor settee where fleur-de-lis begged recline ~ and, no peace was found in voyeuristic laze. Even in the vestibul......

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... Oh, oh! pity party I want my old house back I want it summer windows open curtains fluttering in the ocean breeze I want my carpet sofa chairs de......

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.... Pouting day long Save mine arrive Smiling in the settee hern cute limp *shadang; there'z the sum who missed this (this ......

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...Reindeer at Christmas will often eat carrots Though Santa once had one who liked to eat parrots But parrots at Christmas can be hard to find He wasn’t too fussy so he didn’t mind He never complai......

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...She did not have to guess. She felt it in her bones. Unfaithful he always was, Unfaithful he'll always be. She knew where he would be. Anger flared in the pit of her stomach, A heart-wrench......

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...A plump little girl named Betty She ate copious amounts of spaghetti She loved the stuff It was never enough She got too fat to sit on the settee......

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...Do you ever think about film characters in the realms of reality? Think about someone like Grima Wormtounge making Saruman a pot of tea? What about the eye of Sauron trying to find someone to p......

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...Night bring terrible memories, shadows of yesteryears, it takes my breath away in fears, anguish and hell. An ugly wolf runs after me as I slither in the mud heart beats burst my chest with pai......

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...We struggled along damp, smoke-filled streets; leaves still summer green, a chilly breeze rustling some, turned golden early in anticipation of the fall. Neil at one end of the log; me at the......

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...Walking home I kick the stones. I kick the dirt as well. Today a life changed but not for me, for someone, someone else. I see the birds fly into the tree, I listen to their songs. I see the chil......

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...I think of life with an elegant man. I see a man whose hands are silk to me. He's stunning in a suit (well-groomed is he). He loves to read and maybe plays Chopin. He whisks me off to Paris or Mi......

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...A Memory By Sy Roth It didn’t come in like an invading horde of Mongols astride their horses. It came like a Siren whispering a sweet song, blowing soft winds in my ear. The old woman sat o......

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...Through all his years he was such fun, Companion, friend and more; Adventure was his middle name, And I was never bored. As long as Smokey was around, He'd brighten up my day. He'd snuggle, c......

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...Susannah sits savoring the silence snuggled sleepily on the settee enjoying espresso and eating éclairs - she needed some space and solitude, twins, the ‘terrible twos’ are so taxing!......

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