Sneaking Poems - Poems about Sneaking

We had better sneak the dragons whispered to each other. You should not even be breaking in! Warned their worried mother. Their father stayed out of it, he loved libraries and books too. They tiptoed in the window and down the shelves they flew. What shall we read first? Asked the little one. He was filled with glee. I think...

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Sneaking A President On Presidents Day Sneaking President Biden to Kyiv without anyone noticing, sounds like something out of a movie. It really happened. He arrived in Kyiv on a surprise visit, signaling 'unflagging commitment' to Ukraine. The United States signals its ongoing support ahead of the anniversary of Russia's invasion. This is...

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A poem is sneaking around the corner of the kitchen peeking at me I do not know whether to spy her, or play coy until she jumps into my lap I sit here waiting quietly....

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As I drew closer to the bedroom door, through keyhole I peeked as I knelt on the floor. And there she lay on a bed soft as clouds, with barely a shadow to act as a shroud. Quietly I crept while she peacefully slept, a picture of beauty, I took and I kept. I was sure not to wake her, I...

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Slowly, gently like a nomad, I slip away out the back door of midnight hours , stepping into a brilliant autumn dome. In a wet emerald park Under lit panels of a tree My guy sneaks behind me Naughty as a vagrant wing, Flinging on the grass, so free, so...

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The pursuit of a rainbow in the tiger sanctuary. Mathematics fails. * Sundew invites you to taste the flesh. You fall like a guilt. ...

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Seeking an encounter sneaking Knew we drifted far apart when no more sex for us start. On the couch you went, sent passion long lost, coldness our new descent. Yet falsely believed I did love replace our hate forbid, into our arms recover our love again to discover. When on day, internet see just what a fool made of me. Classified hunting gone you not for love,...

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Reticent were moon, sky and birds. A pall of gloom spread on the trees. Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, to watch the descending values. A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, and I long for the generosity of past which could connect us to future. A flame burns the eyes. When we took the wrong road? Still the fever is...

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