Shuffles Poems - Poems about Shuffles

...Once there were sisters in duet a pair that were tough to forget Their tap dancing was entwined as their two lives always aligned Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat kinda sounded something like that......Read the rest...

...Being Bob Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and has lost most of his hair. No one pays much attention to Bob, that’s j......Read the rest...

...On wings of the sun, dreams melt into the horizon, With hearts that at night hide, binding snares for the stars. Smiles that keep the shade sharpen their fangs in silence, Phantoms dance among bra......Read the rest...

...Food glorious food Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean mean exercising machine gu......Read the rest...

... Facebook flight, a messenger pigeon Each Pageant shuffles pretty women Most admired tiara sparkle temporal Sash off strategic take trick terminal No need to tweet esteem over media S......Read the rest...

...Longshanks drainpipe and whistle through the day. pterodactyls got it easy in this wide-open sky, they glide too far up to be real anymore. The beady-eyed slinkers that wriggle under our ploddin......Read the rest...

...she shuffles in tattered slippers held by elastic bands securing them to her feet bindings taken for granted her thoughts settled into routine to cross the dining room floor to her table lun......Read the rest...

...SPRING Imagined days of the warmer kind As Spring glances nervously behind Echoes of frost still haunt each day As Spring glances nervously behind Sensing winter’s cold icy fingers As Spr......Read the rest...

...I am beautiful no matter how dirty I feel There is beauty from ashes to ashes and dust to dust, and muddy water has never been so clear, wilting petals never so strong Life is a journey and there y......Read the rest...

...It was the bronzed bell of a tinseled Ocean ship. Until destiny was scuttled by a fiery water witch. In time, it became the haunting clang upon a reef. A macabre Nic Nac for cliques that ruled t......Read the rest...

... "5, Pentameter" Where goest thou scribe? you write and write and write but nothing right black lines words artisan like charcoal who sees the marks pentame......Read the rest...

..."Halcyon moments are privileges for the destitute.", by the poet The nectarous voices are whispering bye, as seasons substitute one for the other, remodeling landscapes harmoniously,......Read the rest...

...Follow Me Come on, join in, hook onto the end of the conga line! Hands on the hips of one ahead all following along in a snaky, winding, whooping line like a centipede jiggly jiving, ......Read the rest...

...This is a great place to hide, high above the frozen creek. My brother will be walking down the middle of it soon. He'll never see me or this snowball I will hit him with. I hear footsteps crunchi......Read the rest...

...I see him stumbling around looking for something to hold on to but there was nothing there except the open thin air and a bunch of bureaucrats wearing thin frocks walking around on wet grass with fak......Read the rest...