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Thirty Two Poems - Poems about Thirty Two


Premium Member Micro Thirty Two
Sometimes you have to just let everything go and daydream....

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Categories: thirty two, dream, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Thirty-Two
from island corner, big Antrim lad to Belfast city, a tiny pad shattered windows, tilted clocks Goliath had lost his socks gargantuan giant going mad Armagh apple girl, any topic she star-gazed past the misanthropic vantage point, two cathedrals Gullion top, polyhedrals planetarium, telescopic from...

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Categories: thirty two, ireland, nonsense,
Form: Verse



Premium Member Chew Your Food Thirty-Two Times
My mommy, this sweet old soul, told me this way back when Chew your food thirty-two times, to help with digestion Don't know if it's true How's about you Thought it baloney, till my bowels threatened insurrection...

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Categories: thirty two, humor,
Form: Limerick
Thirty Two
Don't stand up to kiss I'll get down on bended knee Let's give the leg rest...

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Categories: thirty two, i love you, love,
Form: Haiku
Victim Number Thirty Two
I awaken, cold and groggy Not sure if I'm dreaming It's dark, feel something in my mouth Words won't form, I cannot speak Just muffled grunts Wait, I'm gagged, blindfolded Can feel feet and hands tied I hear feet shuffling towards me I smell the stale smell...

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Categories: thirty two, dark, violence,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Thirty-Two
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirty-Two Late afternoon. Doldrums. The waters stood still. Was She asleep? Lady Lake then drew her petticoat up to scratch Her shins deep. At Embryo Islet the siesta-bound birds stirred and squawked. Did matters of Form and Faith plague only minds of men who weep? By the spindle Mairie tower wobbled the defiant...

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Categories: thirty two, allegory,
Form: Rubaiyat
Page Thirty Two
I dont know the future and I can't make promises But honest is what I'll always be and what I feel Has to be real because when I see them I say to myself Its all vanity, the reason why I'm yours Is because the women in the past couldn't handle me And truth is I probably...

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Categories: thirty two, faithfuture, love, me,
Form: ABC
Thirty-Two
Thirty-two poems a day to post, To reach that treasued goal, For thity-two hundred years or so With thirty-two prayers I'll last that long, To get over a million postings, Well, I'll surely give it a go....

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Categories: thirty two, confusion, fantasy, imagination, on
Form: Burlesque

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