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Supposition Poems - Poems about Supposition


Premium Member Awake
A moment is a minute with a heart, after which We come without arched brow, lips pursed To breech a breath amidst all stolen air. Removing only proof of thought For sustenance of life. No key, the unlocked door, Through which a passageway of lending gifts, Leads to open airs of longing space. We may...

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Categories: supposition, creation, god, humanity, journey,
Form: Prose Poetry
Supposition
There is a bee guarding me on the balcony Standing there watching, very still not winging Who sent this bee to fortify me? Watchbee, patrol-bee; striped winged defender Will you be leaving back to your sender? Perhaps it was he; Whom thought about me Under the sun, under the tree ; perhaps- a thought Human nature brought this bee..bewilderment… Guess I’ll never know the answers Only...

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Categories: supposition, beautiful, confusion, friendship, insect,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Political Supposition
Political Supposition By Franklin Price 1/10/2015 Suppose that a billionaire rich guy Worth maybe a billion or six With an ego as big as this country Saw it was broken and needed a fix Was willing to use his own fortune To go where he thought it should be To have a say in how it should get there To fund his own presidency Also suppose...

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Categories: supposition, political,
Form: Rhyme
Overheard Supposition
Overheard Supposition Overheard Supposition Snitching is a crime am eye a snitch my time has got to be worth more than this. The boys was simply boys and not real criminals they pitched some eggs Oh where eye am amiss at this eye am not sure they are not worry or even sorry...

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Categories: supposition, holiday, natural disasters, social,
Form: Free verse
The Reflection On Seasons In the Supposition of Snow.
I stared at walls and contemplated colors~ I believe it was after midnight~ he spoke of nothing as I imagined the importance behind us, as I imagined the breeze that was affected by his voice, as I realized nothing intrigued me... and here we were. His arms spoke of goosebumps, little shivers up my spine, and September had this way...

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Categories: supposition, life, love, seasons, time,
Form: Prose Poetry




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