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Sloven Poems - Poems about Sloven


Pebbles and Beaches
...If you were a pebble picked up by me from the beach, I would have kept you close to my heart, And never let you out of sore sight and rational reach, Protected you from every sloven screech......

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Categories: sloven, beach, beautiful, beauty, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
oh yesss it does happen
.... mine tramp through thuh earth's lure (thoroughly mind ya) ......

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Categories: sloven, adventure, beautiful, extended metaphor,
Form: Carpe Diem



Rebirth
... It's the weekend. So here's a brief distraction for those needing something to read and absorb. Salute. Q: What made you write poetry? Was it an unconscious calling?......

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Categories: sloven, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Two Besotted Beggars In Our Lives
...Prejudice and malice Both besotted beggars Gamboling, galumphing, griping and gripping a solstice In limpid lives whose tigers and daggers Stagger, simulate and strut along Craven Oblong, wro......

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Categories: sloven, poems,
Form: Free verse
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
...I saw her just yesterday, the paragon Of all that a woman could be. Tall and tan, Proud and proper, short hair, not butch, A beautiful woman dressed to the nines, Dripping confidence like an emp......

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Categories: sloven, women,
Form: Free verse



Baked Shepherd's Pie
...Poverty Slop and jowls of ground beef. Saliva to corn that's creamed to belief. Mashed silk potatoes spread over the tongue sealing meat in to covered and mung. Tin pan the Shepherd. ......

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Categories: sloven, food,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Things I Happen To Like
...I like to watch skeins of geese flying in the autumn sky, And I like the smell of frying bacon and luscious cherry pie! I like to see the sun tinting Pikes Peak's crown in the early morn, And th......

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Categories: sloven, introspection, autumn, sun,
Form: Couplet
Let the Raw Drums Drum
...A misnomer … could it be? Never! never? oh, no! Could it be a gloss? Devouring as it bursts my rose – Yet! let me wash you From the impurities far beyond That a glimpse at my chaste gem Shall ......

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Categories: sloven, fantasyme, me,
Form: Sonnet

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