Shaped Poems - Poems about Shaped

Oh,my dear pear shaped mother's womb, Where unborn baby develops and grows well, Like a...

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The star-shaped board, a galaxy of holes, Where marbles gleamed like miniature suns or souls. Six vibrant hues, a spectrum waiting there, For nimble fingers poised with patient care. Remember the setup, each marble in its place, A homeward journey at a steady pace. Across the points, a hop, a skip, a jump, Avoiding clusters lest our progress slump. The satisfying click as...

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I was delighted in reading many voices, Those voices were stated by various poets, ...

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Ball-Shaped Map The ball-shaped map of the world on my desk has a nasally voice. Its little brother aside him can breathe triple fast due to his triple fat adenoids. ...

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Serpent-shaped streams of tears slithering down my reddened cheeks As I silently cry out all of the feelings built up for weeks. Quietly reflecting on how he's changed because of my critiques. ...

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When folks are young, they may feel blessed But I coped with bullies, life felt stressed, I started eating a lot, food always there In theory a good thing, in my case a snare, I ate whole boxes of doughnuts, chocolate cake too Into my mouth, tasty pastries flew Ate myself sick, could not disgorge Then tried to run it...

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v-shaped fluttered wings squabble of seagulls in flight loud squawk echoes joy ...

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Time to separate all the thoughts and memories my mind has taken in Sort out the bad from the good, time to create a positive spin A chance to see where all my thoughts reside and how it has shaped who I am today If my life was made into a movie what would it have to say Life...

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In this exciting times, new doors are shaped, Fresh pathways for us to boldly tread. Authority over lions, we will claim, Journeying without fear with full steam. With new perceptions, we will shut lions’ roar, Break new ground, like never before. Our souls, at peace, it is well, Opening new wells, our promises swell. Heavens are warring in a decisive display, Secure doors of...

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a carcass is moving out from the white of the eye it is so all-consuming dots form in lines on the absentee spine dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing the bruises and rind and the opal contusions they fire with pus and with derelict mucus that rises in shape as if living and human adorned in...

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To sing an unsung song Aversion is a great thing into the winter of our lives Aquarium blue backs my soul into the L shaped room drawing me to Gods care I quietly surrender...

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The tender strokes of becoming, Are found atop of agony and loss, In the heart of suffering, a seed is sown, It's the bud from which I have grown, ever blooming. Here I stand in front of the mirror, My reflection forward in time self so clear, His eyes bear the stories of resistance, He whispers, "Thank you," to the echoes of...

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Love is Love is lovely as apple trees Wafting blossom upon the breeze It's a wonderful melody Sweet as tweets birds sing merrily. Love has the allure of a rose Charming, as the enlightened knows Unfurling from bud to full grown Seeds of love successfully sown. Love puts sun into hearts to shine Rainbows grace the sky as a sign That love was...

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Clouds playing around In the sky tramping above the ground Dangling in merry-go-round Smiling at you year-round One cloud zoomed outbound Glittering ice flakes fall in mound Flowers and trees have all found Heart-shaped clouds in pieces on the mound Crystals in diamonds plodded on the ground Stayed and freezed like a heart spellbound Prayers in hearts everywhere that astound Heart-shaped clouds in you, dwell pound...

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I should be thinking about snow, it’s December. But leaves, like glue, stick to windshield and doors, and saturated piles of brown shaped November flood my yard, its uphill and down. In need of oars, or hands and rakes, bags that shack the waste. Pretty when it was early fall, cool and ornamental. But now, the drill is to sweep the...

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