Sleepovers Poems - Poems about Sleepovers

...No burial When I died, my family didn’t dare bury me in a grave. They knew, without a doubt, I'd only misbehave ~ that I'd party with the germs, and have sleepovers with the worms, and ......

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...Oh, I want to go back To when forever was possible When I was still falling asleep on your couch When our only fears were of monsters in the dark When we would get so mad at our parents for not ......

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...When i was 5 i couldn't have sleepovers I was so jealous of the older girls who could When i was 6 I couldn't wear makeup I was so jealous of the older girls who could When i was 7 I couldn't h......

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...In the tapestry of life, needles and threads of gold, With each sewing motion, a dream takes hold. Brave and bold, Each stitch is controlled. The dawn brings a sweet dew, As the mist plays p......

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...It was 64ºf and overcast this morning when Lisa and I started our 5-mile jog to the Harbor and back. We always start our semesters this way. We’re emotionally ready for fall weather and hopefully, a ......

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...This just in from our local news team: A nun was detained by two students after class and forced to drink a dry martini. The students, John Peterson and Shirley Kemper (who wish to......

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...(There’s a song for this: ‘Confessions’ by Sudan Archives) I remember it like it was yesterday (it was yesterday). I arrived on a cool (42°f), blindingly sunny New Haven afternoon. It was as if......

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...Let’s go back to that. Telling stories, teaching each other how to play a guitar, showing tricks and playing games. Sleepovers, makeovers, dancing and baking. Building forts, picking fl......

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...In our hug My body shakes As it strikes me That this is the last. This is goodbye. No sleepovers That fill the house With endless screeching, Inside jokes and continuous laughter. No h......

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...Family Is all I ever wanted, really When I grew up, a mom I was gonna be A good one, not like my mom was to me For years, I dreamt of bonding by talking Heart-to-hearts, from when they'd be wal......

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...Childhood memories--a magical land, Building dreams amid castles of sand. Sleepovers underneath starry skies, Ghost stories, popsicles, blueberry pies! We never paused to regard our delight; The......

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...His eyes glitter with dreams and hopes of a day that may be of some ways to go the two kids under the makeshift tent planning the next adventure, the next journey it was just a blanket covering......

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...Am I Afraid of Real Love? Butterflies fluttering in your stomach The continuous smile that never seems to fade Or the pure joy that exhumes every aspect of your life and mind That little extra ......

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...I reminisce, I miss: those days of yesteryear, when life seemed so simple; when as children we would play outside from morn til dusk riding bikes, hide and seek p......

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...THE SHADOWS LEFT BEHIND. Time is like a cloud that passes quickly overhead but if we’re lucky we will find… after she has passed… the shadows she’s left behind… And in these shadows that re......

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