Short Carbon Copy Poems
Short Carbon Copy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Carbon Copy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Carbon Copy by length and keyword.
Today some orphans get soppy
And shed a tear on a poppy
Though they never met
Their dad was a vet
And there was no carbon copy
If you would only
Open your eyes and see
That I can never be the person
You want me to be.
I am my own person
I have my own ideas
I am not a carbon copy
Of a love from past years.
So please, just accept me
For all that I am.
I am not a plaything for your amusement.
Form:
How to speak and wound deeply,
carbon copy sword and discord;
Changed the game and did not flee,
I blocked your favorite channel;
Kept it clean no need for debris;
Destruction is your love language,
you taught it to me;
Don’t hate the top of that leader board
for mastering skills so easily.
My Momma
-,••,•••-,• •• ••, ••, ••-
Shii Ma, shii carbon copy, shii xerox copy
Shii spoon, choii bii style Niiguna Begay It's for me to know and for you to find out....
Momma , LAAAAAA YOU LOTS
NO MATTER HOW CUCKO WE ARE , I CAME FROM CUCKO PUSS....LOL, laaaaa you Mommmma
History
A carbon copy of the past
To prevent a loss or lapse in memory
Even when people become Alcheimer patients
History remains
The good and evil remain
No one can erase the past
But to learn a lesson
To behave well
And to teach the younger generation
The fact that
Truth and history never die
Grey slender almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
Into streaming metal garb ~
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is
Smokey.
The house beside mine
Is a carbon copy
Through coated in grey
And the inside smells of cats and cigarettes
There are dogs begging to be released
And their howling comes up from the basement
While the TV blares
With no one to watch it
The driveway is empty
Because they rarely see each other
Oh, to live in a white house
I count my lucky stars
Form:
Why look at me with disgust,
Come closer it's a must.
What do you see?
Open your eyes and really see.
Do you see a carbon copy of you?
We are connected but you have no clue.
Take the blinders off and look,
Do you see now? Just look.
We all apart of the human race,
There's no reason to look with disgrace.
We are connected you and me
Hate is toxic don't you agree?
Alexis Y.
11-3-18
The banks along the river control the flow
each depositor deposits sediments of sentiments
sharing wealth of journeys winding endurance....
every gurgling ripple along with tumbling stone
light sounds forecasting future growths continuation,
as the water's song endear us.....
....waters nourishment adheres us,
into crystaline forms from carbon copy,
..........awaiting final polishing effect......
Oh, his eyes- as blue as oceans;
Like icy skies, vast and frozen
With just a gaze, my Heart fell molten-
His skin was pale, though mostly golden
His body was bawdy, and perfect oddly
Like the Statue of David- a carbon copy!
His arms were charmed, to me belonged-
A desired physique, firm yet rocky
Were his abs, strong and rippled,
My love for him more than tripled!
As a specimen- a God among men-
Lo! His embrace, leaves me crippled...
Hello and handshakes,
now old hat,
that brief hello,
wiggling through teeth.....
a stiff aura
still making breakfast,
news blabbing
from the old TV,
touching is only
on a big screen,
a carbon copy
of middle aged parents,
tequila on Friday
the bright spot,
like sunshine
on a
wrinkled countenance,
gazing right through each other,
the big mirror,
a comfort zone,
waiting
for one or the other
to push out
first.
bare with me
as i play on words
giving knowledge meanwhile…
Likeness to…
carbon copy of.
Equality having
shared D.N.A.
duality born
pieces made
whole.
Likeness similarity
induced the Image’s Perfection
multiple cloned the Source
increased Greatness.
fraternally enclosed
along strand related
before any change.
Uniform genetics…
Sponsored Pure naturally
Producing Our True Family…
Uniting Jointly
to One.
-Symphony
I had all these ideas of what it meat to be 24
I thought things would just fall into place and I wouldn't give it much thought.
but you're still so young they said; their words not enough to take away the feelings of disgust anguish and worry.
I had my own confusion masked with thoughts of grandeur and illusion.
I feel like a carbon copy of who they want me to be
I've lost the original me.
Sorry for being aloof
I think it best,
sorry for being away I need to take a rest.
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