Tittle Poems - Poems about Tittle

I had to trade another jot, I had to sell a tittle. I had to cuz they told me that I had to give a little. I had to sit and wonder at the setting of the sun, what giving just a little costs when all is said and done. ...

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I walked deep into the wilderness In hopes to get my find I was looking for some solitude And a little peace of mind Then I came across a silhouette Of an owl in the moon Right then and there I knew that I Would find my peace real soon I took out my harmonica...

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Life is a flowing stream heading to a dumb past—a tittle on timeline—too brief for a whim, too fluid to fondle. Yet with an uncanny haste I flinch at horrors or wince at hurts. Can’t gel fleeting dreams that soon layer in memory’s folds, or litter like dry bones in the valley. Each moment, I dream...

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Meena can drive Corona, whispered Tina to Nina. Is she a doctor? How could she master? Ney dear, it is Corolla....

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little minded people with so little in their lives promulgating rubbish with their cretinous wives ooo-ing over news of celebs leaving dives ahhing over gossip from journos with knives...

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Tittle Tite Gossamer wings a whispering, Useful in her flight, Power of light from her palms do spring, Beware of Tittle Tite. Shepherd of the great butterfly, Svelte is her gossamer wing, Directing Bumble Bee’s to try, pollination in tune, is her thing. Friend to all the forest creatures, Lights her way in darkest night, Guidance one of her features, Some do swear by Tittle Tite. Don Johnson...

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This might be my last year. This might be my last month. This might be my last day. This might be my last hour. This might be my last moment with you. This might be my last publishment. This might be my last poem. This might be my last writing. This might be my last title. This might be my last stanza. This might be...

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My wings are in immaculate form It would assist in keeping me informed I’d fly from pillar to post In salons I'll be engrossed Truth be told, I’ll never be misinformed...

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I had to trade another jot I had to sell a tittle I had to cuz they told me that I had to give a little I had to sit and wonder at The setting of the sun What giving just a little costs When all is said and done ...Jeff Bresee...

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When i woke up this moring you were the first thing on my mind And i already know when i close my eyes tonight its your face i will see Although my thoughts of you are constant and quite painfull Im never surprised when they appear Can i trust you? Oh i wish i could trust you Sometimes when i...

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