Sure Poems - Poems about Sure

... break … my heart? you did not break my heart you COULD not break my heart I utilized all the “Yous” that came before constructing barriers that you, in your most formidably malodorous and ......Read the rest...

...You did not deceive me for what man alike I have never seen You captivated and you held me in a long-lost dream I knew from beginning that you were not real I needed to give, and God sent you here......Read the rest...

...I have one of those faces that tells on me As sure as if I had opened my mouth The crowd around the table is laughing They all saw my face fall They know it’s too late to bluff. There is no purp......Read the rest...

...The most romantic city in the world the passenger next to me said Her girth had oozed into my seat too, for she was super corpulent I will fall in love, marry a rich Frenchman, live a life of luxur......Read the rest...

...My birthday will always will always hold special thoughts for me today My dad was also born than eighty-six years later he passed away on the same day As you can tell my memories will always be bit......Read the rest...

...Retirement after all these years, time has really flown by My alarm is also retiring, no need to ask why First thing on my agenda is a holiday to an exotic place far away A change to relax and unw......Read the rest...

...I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time to pen my thoughts on parchment pages. I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime, capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages. As twili......Read the rest...

...CURTAINS Like all exhausted actors, I’ll fold and drop And will this endless production ever stop Do you understand, just listen to me I pray I play the lead in this, so I must have my say <>...Read the rest...

...,,Just a nap in noon I'll take", I always say in sudden, Since my eyes have already rotten, and my breath's beat forgotten. My clothes full of cotton, sadly the Fabric foresworn, of all the......Read the rest...

...Mother’s Day-Three Years Later I may speak to you as a still portrait on the wall no wailing ghosts don’t present only those of memories especially clasping the cross between my fing......Read the rest...

... On the beach one morning Olivia let go of her mother’s hand to run ahead where she had spotted some feathers in the sand. “Olivia!” Her mom said when she caught up to her, “can you hear the sea......Read the rest...

... "Treasure Box" The etymologist considered "themselves" singular; like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion out from the treasure box and proceeded to cap......Read the rest...

...Inspired by “The Way of Love.” BEST TO RUN AND HIDE Lo-o-o-o-ve Wine in glasses blush ooh-la-la-la-la Friends say, “What’s the rush?” The swirl of first sips See him in my bowl The......Read the rest...

... Our love was like the afternoon sun, that melted those New York City streets. But you treated me like dried-up grass, that just crumbled underneath your feet. I can’t be who you want me to b......Read the rest...

...I like my vegetable women raw, raw, raw This was sung by the local lah-dee-dah He is a jokester from upstate near McCaw We did not know if he meant “rah rah rah” Or did he mean rather “raw raw ra......Read the rest...