Stand Offish Poems - Poems about Stand Offish

... she's wild she's prickly distant and aloof stand-offish guarded and withdrawn but i will always love her AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 10, 2025......

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...SO SMART IT HURTS Some have logic as their source of fun But most would never think that way Let down barriers and open the mind It works most of the time, you’ll find Yet always let a genius ......

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...She looks snobby, judgemental Linda said. I observed the newcomer who looked a bit stand-offish. But perhaps it is because I had not met her yet. I ran up to tell her that I liked her costume. Sh......

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...I begin again on the same path I take every day, past the familiar fences, hedges and duck under the same sag of overhanging trees. Past the house with the sociopathic dog, the cottage st......

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...The Woman is A Danish And married to A Scottish But often heard in English: Language she speaks with relish… But the Rather Stand-Offish: At times slippery like Fish Or like things one woul......

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...Ebony fox had no idea how amazing he was. He was a bit shy and stand offish. I was eager to get a photo but proceeded with caution. Gaining his trust, a tiny bit at a time With a bite of this and......

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...A VERY CHEEKY DEVIL IN TUMBLING RHYME Thus, I give to mankind the zipper and the ballpoint pen-- for this He kicks me out of heaven! (No other reason ca......

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...An Aquarian Goddess with a wolf power animal She often keens at the moon, howling her truth Others are a bit frightened at her confidence. Being her mother, I understand her spiritual ways. She......

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...Helpful Luca always has my best interest in mind Upon arriving home, her eyes quickly blink three times while she guages my mood Her greeting exceedingly polite Accordingly celebrating, commi......

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...I feel I am drowning In open air, Clawing at dirt that isn’t there No one sees my distress— No one really cares Clacking, scraping sounds Of glasses and plates Echoes of breathing and voices ......

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...You knew I was angry As we walked apart, along Spadina Through the pungent summer air of Chinatown Past the various sea creatures, dried or iced And fruits I don’t know piled atop sacks of rice......

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