Troche Poems - Poems about Troche

...Do not fall in love with a poet: Breakfast would be a couplet. Lunch would be a quatrain: Personified, pithy and prolix on metaphoric train. Supper would be a sonnet: Smithereens of oomph......

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... ~~ O, a sweet one my wee cat, White and brown and strong; She likes sleeping on my bed, Snoring all night long. Eating, she sure does enjoy, Now is time to play; We are chasin......

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...The walls resonate like the inside of a brass bell. Footfalls act as the clapper bouncing sound like a ping pong ball from wall to wall. The antique oriental rug with its dragon vase had long......

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...Forever Yours Confused, I weep for loss because my heart Does pine and long for a new day to dawn. When I shall see, quite well, your smile. My love is yours. Forgive, me please, if I percha......

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