Short My Style Poems

the heart says concede
lay it down, admit defeat
but death's not my style...

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smitten with her smile
can only await this trial 
with her down the aisle...

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he is my guild
he is my style
it love goes for miles
he is my smile
AM A GOD CHILD...

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golf won't
describe me to
a tee, but putt-putt is
more my style -- shorter distances
to win....

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"I take every single experience that I hear and see
and I transform that into my style of poetry."...

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broke down
in town

flat tire
desire

big smile
my style

hey man
who can

love  me
you'll see

6/6/15...

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I like to chuckle, laugh or smile,
As being glum just aint my style.

21st August for Seren’s What Makes You Tick contest...

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you're my style
lets talk awhile
love your smile
you got a love child
around you too
i feel so free
you were
MADE FOR ME...

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When i twist to the right i turn
When i twist to the left i return
Blows of love twist
I dance and feast
It's my style and turn...

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Are really running a great race;
Trying to challenge your pace,
Can't wait;
Poem initiate,
With all of my style and grace.

Jim Horn...

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Haven't written a poem in quite a while;
That is not normally or usually my style,
Must begin,
Writing again,
And maybe many more I must compile.

Jim Horn...

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Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies day for a while...

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Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies' day for a while...

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“Attic Salt” by definition means “refined incisive wit”
Finally found a description for my style, I admit
Not bragging or such
Just adding my touch
It's why I'm a sweetheart, now don't give me no lip...

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A rhyming scheme defines my style
Where magic drips on quill’s potion,
If quintains and sonnets beguile
Hands pray for meter’s salvation,
This secret I keep, to win the throne!



Juli-Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round Five...

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Been kinda political lately, that's sure not my style
But some things outrage me, so I'm standing in the aisle 
Yelling “stop this guff
Had more than enough
Need a break and common sense to prevail for a while!”...

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“Attic Salt” by definition means “refined incisive wit”
Finally found a description for my style, must admit
Not bragging or such
Just adding my touch
It's why I'm a sweetheart, now don't give me your lip

grin...

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I had a good friend once
Who always looked for my smile
He’d ask why I’d be frowning
I said “I guess that’s just my style”
He asked me why, I said
"I've been walking for miles
On a lonely road
That’s kept me sad for a while.”...

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Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not out on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies' day for a while

© Jack Ellison 2015...

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My style
Big smile

In place
On face

My task
Wear mask

Hide fears
And tears

Feel down
Big frown

Must smile
A while

Have fun
In sun

Sunshine
Feel fine

Look great
Thanks mate!

Jan Allison
23rd August 2014...

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I've been writing poems
For nigh on Fifty Years
I've made people laugh
And brought them close to tears
But when asked, what's my style
This is all that I can say
According to 'The Soup'
It looks like it's  N/A           


by JTCurtis lol....

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How Alone Am I
How Sad Am I 
You never Know
I never Show

You Smile WIth A Shine
I Smile with Wine
Your Enthralling Eyes
Defines My Style

Missing you is my life
Yes I live, but I strife
Finding you beneath the stars
Misng You my life chars....

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I thought for a while
Thought beyond my style
Thought about one person
Ended up cursing
But its alright
Hind sight
Remembering the flight
So I thought some more
Unlike before
Wishing I wasn't mad
Started laughing getting glad
And living...

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To blow my own trumpet is just not my style
But could you please place me on top of the pile?
My inbox is bulging with NAs galore
I'm begging you, Bobby,don't give me one more!

02.03.19

'I am a winner Poetry Contest' sponsored by Bobby May...

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sometimes when I'm wiggling
I get carried away and lose my self-control
start giggling

it is my style
to bring laughter as I cajole
a smile

there's worth
found in a soul
mirth

sometimes when I'm wiggling
to bring laughter as I cajole
mirth...

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