Sheet Poems - Poems about Sheet

When we were young and the world was a blank sheet of paper, the fields stretched green under the infinite blue sky, each morning was a magic we were just beginning to discover, our waking hours were an endless play under the sun. We were overwhelmed by each new day, like an unexpected gift, each moment brought us a universe...

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What is it about fitted sheets They don’t seem to stay fitting Is it the dryer overly drying When I pull the corners go flying It looks great for about a day Till I get in bed and it’s a waste Fighting the sheet for my fate Hugging my feet and gripping face How to fold them I’ll never know Saw it once on...

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Spread Sheet comes again goes around up and more down his smells are so known...

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ANGEL OF DEATH He went to check up on the cat tripped over a crooked vine table tried to get up smashed its circular glass in half moon shapes Street silent in obedience Angel was waiting in right hand ceiling corner said “Look here” He turned his grey head neck swirling eyes like saucers Angel swiftly drew outgoing breath body...

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Golden leaves, sheet music written by the unforgiving hand of time, Fall in the slow rhythm of years that slip away like sand in an hourglass. We are violins tuned to the melancholic tone of the eternal autumn, Playing the ephemeral melody of life on the fragile strings of existence. The mirror of the lake reflects the leaden sky...

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"I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip" Never before have words been so true The lyrics above describe what iv been through I guess it's happiness I should pursue "Don't try to tell me what to do, don't try and tell me what to say" The haters will take that all the wrong way I'm finding my voice, my...

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Attached segregated I touched his warm skin yet Deceased He was asleep he was non awaken He was hidden he was asleep under the sheet he slept His chest no longer rose I placed the side of my face contemplating Down by his nose his eyes were shut closed No breath his soul a spirit risen he was...

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he used his seat or keyboard keys feat or has he used his sheet?...

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I've come to accept I'll never do laundry without losing a sock I'll never know how to fold a fitted sheet or... ...even the face in the mirror I just don't know why after having never done so no more than once or twice I still believe I can fly I want to be one of those pretty birds who effortlessly sings spreads its wings and pierces the...

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Your song sheet on my nightstand, the soundtrack to lucid dreams....

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His fits, in a fitted, offend With a top sheet, he made his amend So he opened a store And he drank a bit more And now he’s three sheets to the wind H/T, 2nd verse for Daisy Ward's The Mind...

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The sheet of glass, akin to space Is clear and transparent It yet is a veil, blocking grace Although not apparent Likewise for our ego We are loathe to forgo Until we bend down low Love cannot pass The sheet of glass 07-May-2022 Quietus ...

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“Tee is tard to under-tand,” she tells me. She is a bit difficult to understand herself. I suspect she might need speech services. “T’s married to my gandma; t’s my gandpa-in-law.” It is really difficult for me to keep my face straight now. But I do. I have had decades of experience doing it. Her front teeth are missing, perfectly okay...

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On the white sheet, I love writing... On occasion I'm rude when I hit her with atrocities... simply i'm crazy ...

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He is a cricker, I was told when I got to Kirksville, Missouri. What is a cricker? “They might be crickers, but at least they ain’t sheet-crickers”. There is laughter all over the place. Now I am truly confused. A cricker and sheet-crickers. Are they people dressed as ghosts? Dancing in a summer meadow with the crickets? I ask, and there...

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