Short Olivia Poems
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O-verflowing
L-ove
I-s
V-erily
I-mplemented
A-s
A-crostic
B-eauty
A-dvances
G-reatness
O-f
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Olivia Abagon (July 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Want to dance?
Asked Olivia Nance.
Not a chance,
Replied Alvin Vance.
Olivia slipped ants
Into Alvin's pants.
Alvin began to prance.
Vance can dance!
Cried Olivia Nance.
My love is of a harmony
Most transcendent and true;
Its dichotomy of essence
Upon purity splits,
Until the angels of sense
Divide us in two,
And the forms of intuition
Lead me to your graces.
O-nly
L-ove
I-s
V-alidly
I-mportant
A-nd
P-ure
A-ffection
R-emains
A-s
D-evotional
E-motion
Z-ealously
A-bides
Topic: Birthday of Olivia Paradeza (February 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
O-ptimistic
L-ines
I-n
V-ery
I-mportant
A-crostic
P-oem
A-pply
R-egards
A-s
D-edication
E-mploys
Z-estful
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Olivia Paradeza (February 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
O-ne
L-etter
I-n
V-irtuous
I-dea
A-bout
P-oetic
A-spect
R-ightfully
A-pplies
D-elightful
E-xpression's
Z-estful
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Olivia Paradeza (February 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My wounded heart o' lacketh glee
Laughter torments tortured me
Once promised future now dost flee
Oh love I yearn to dwell with thee
Seeking refuge eternally
© 2010 Olivia M. Jackson
Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-fleeting-sadness/#ixzz0v6X3I5Ls
Form:
Olivia my darling where to begin
Your scrumptious laughter
Your glorious grin
Softest of hearts
Yet tougher than most
Here's to your clever mind
Let's raise a toast
To my first ever love
You forever remind me
Life is much brighter with you stood beside me
Joey The Kangaroo Drummer
Joey The kangaroo
a marsupial from
way down under blue
in his pocket carries a drum
Ahh! But of course he plays
songs Olivia Newton John
wearing shoes made of clay
Kangaroo Joey plays drums
04/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Rushing white waters flow down the stream,
The tide is still low, and there’s no rush. We have time to go.
As the sun sets, crickets begin to chirp,
High tide is near, so there’s no need to fear.
Your savior is coming, so don’t shed a tear.
Sent from my iPhone
Written by
Olivia Smith
If I ever touch the ground
I will fall with your love
try my pain, find my soul.
Fly and only find my eyes
blind and tired blurry and
kind I will find you,
I will touch you,
your shape, I remember
from long ago,
introduce new me,
cry and fly to new highs,
there is nothing here
my Olivia.
I love listening to songs,
From Taylor Swift's pop,
To Olivia Rodrigo's rock,
I listen to them prolong.
It feels so amazing to listen to it all day,
With earphones on,
Singing and dancing, and I could go on.
And all I can say
Is that I can go listening to music till I am old and gray.
2/7/22
Can you remember
Our thirst for love
The strong beating of hearts
When we’re together
Can you remember
What I have told you
Your body that haunts mine
Breathing the pleasure inside me
Can you even remember
The way you have touched me,
Leaving those wet fingerprints
As the memory of our paradise
//Olivia
Roses are red, but we cannot deliberate any further the traits of the bed
Rue, due to the sea blue, replica of brotha, anew view, as Olivia is misled
What is being said? The criteria my sugar sweet is comedy, for he is a she
You might get angry or find this funny, gender, crazy. It was the seventeenth century
Form:
She had never lived,
She had never died,
She was always a ghost,
Rotten, dead inside.
She hung from a rope,
She fell to the grave,
Her mind was all gone,
There was nothing to save.
We couldn't see it,
It hit like a train!
She left us all here,
She left nothing but pain.....
R.I.P. Olivia, 09/09/14, aged 14.
Today I’m grateful for the words of Olivia Harrison
who was more than George’s wife….
She also knew the pathway to a satisfying life.
‘If you see someone falling behind…walk beside them
If you see someone being ignored…find a way to include them
Always remind people of their worth…
One small act could mean the world to them.’
Lil' Olivia keep my locket,
Forever in your empty pocket.
I know you miss your sister,
I know your pain thrives like a blister.
But do this for me,
Be as good as you can be.
I know I'm gone,
But sweetie not for long.
As you breathe the air,
Know I'm there.
Go to my room,
Olivia I'll be there soon.
Just know I care,
If it's the last thing I bare.
Miss Olivia Newton-John
She transforms into a sex bomb
Sandy Olssen in Grease
Who wears pants that don't crease
That outfit sure gave her aplomb!
For filming she's sewn in her clothes
That's quite bothersome I suppose
How she managed to dance
In those skin-tight black pants
And visit the toilet, who knows!
My pillow is wet
My bed is broken
The keys to my house is lost
Oh! Why oh! Why oh! Why
The floor is my chair
Hunger is my closest friend
The enveloped of sorrow has seal me
O’ God are there still angels?
I heard a loud voice
It was an usual tune
It spelt out my name
Today, my name is heard all over the world
Unedited copy
Olivia Bedell-Nimley
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231-6-586032
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Soar In Peace
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: October/2014
In the stillness
of
God's,
day ending
light -
an
Angel
emerged,
from
the gloom,
and
starless
night -
and
placed
a
bright star
in
the darkness
of
the universe,
to shine
in
heaven,
eternally -
Olivia,
Soar In Peace -
copyright (c), 201410/22
Olivia a hoot owl with an attitude
swooped down to spy a witch’s food
the witch was in a horrible mood
she turned the owl into a witch - kind of rude
I am sure she did not mean for me to always be this way.
Thought the new witch, angry at the other witch every day.
But she was wrong, the other witch meant for her to stay.
Eventually she got used to it and bridge these two would play.
My darling daughter,
Where to begin....
Your scrumptious laughter,
That mischievous grin,
Hazel eyes, I look at and melt,
Love for the first time, was with you that I felt
Softest of heart’s,
Yet tougher than most,
Here’s to your brilliant mind!
Let’s raise a toast!
To Olivia , who's mesmerizing beauty
Will forever Remind me
My life is much brighter
As you stand beside me
Olivia does not shapeshift into an owl
she is never not one, her hooting is real
shapeshifters can separate their animal personas
Olivia does not attempt it; their connection cannot be severed
they are one as female, as human, and as owl
her brown eyes are keen, her talons pull apart her food
she masticates with delight as she feeds her young
concrete thinkers stay away from her nest, not understanding
O-n this Easter day God took you up to heaven.
L-ong days and nights followed, especially for your mummy who misses you with an
I-tensity that only a mother can. A
V-acant hole in her heart, forever longing for you.
I-nvisible threads of love will always bind you together, you are mummy's
A-ngel, who is always with her.
Remembering my niece Olivia who left this world twenty two years ago, aged three months.
Olivia offered oatmeal to her obstinate dragon Oscar Lee.
He stared at her, wondering “is she trying to kill me?”
“Do not want it,” he told her. “it does not look tasty.”
“I put maple syrup on it, she said, very pleasantly.
So oatmeal was imbibed by the dragon Oscar Lee.
Who now asks for it with syrup almost daily.
Moral of the story is to taste new foods pleasantly.
You also might find a new favorite that is pretty tasty.