Twist Poems - Poems about Twist

Cinderella had fun at the ball with her Prince charming, handsome and tall. It got late and she would run home fast as she could- but one slipper fell off in a fall. The Prince found it and let people know he must find Cinderella, although her glass shoe needs to fit- those that don't, he'll omit. The contenders did soon come and go. Not...

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The cupboards were bare. The stepmother said, “There’s not enough. Leave them instead.” Into the woods with crusts of bread, they were left to starve or end up dead. The world was cruel, the fire cold. But children learn to grow up bold. The witch was hunger in disguise. They saw the truth behind her eyes. They lit the fire. They found a way. Two kids came back— but not the same....

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Golly, gee willikers, gee whiz My punch lines have lost all their fizz ~ Where has that fizz gone It’s missing since dawn ~ Critics say:...

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The serpent hissed, on the first day of school, looking around to find a group to poison a group to fool. It's slitted eyes wandered around searching and searching. at last the serpent found, the fools laughing and smiling. The serpent went, its black heart beating with eagerness the smell of innocence. it was addicting. The fools invited the serpent with open arms unknowing of...

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I gazed upon the winter sky, Expecting snowflakes to gently lie Upon my palm, a delicate dance. But Instead, Mount Fuji ash takes it chance. ...

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I've been listening to your eyes And tasted ecstasy I've been glancing at your skin And smelled zest I've been feeling your tongue And heard fragrance I've been savoring your nose And saw melody I've been breathing into your ear And felt elegance...

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When the princess kissed the frog on the lips, her heart burst in three, painful double skips. Then she sank to the floor, dead as a nail in a door. Yep ~ that's how they do fall sometimes ~ these chips....

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I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.’ (The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act 3, Scene 2) by Shakespeare I have a real tale to tell of two cities. I need an author of some note. I heard of one whose first name is Charles. My name is Oliver and by some twist of fate, I can’t remember Charles’s last name! ...

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In a Twist of Fate life can be taken from you In a Twist of Fate you can reach highest heights or lowest depths In a Twist of Fate your heart can be crushed or elated In a Twist of Fate you can be rich or pennyless In a Twist of Fate you can become injured or disabled In a Twist of Fate you can become famous have something go viral In...

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My mind could well from a million alts choose: Marvel at beauty of that moonless sky, Re-live that meandering slow boat cruise, Recall fragrance from her love wafting by, Re-enjoy bluebell blossoms of late springs, I could have dwelt at her demurring dimple Which, seems to show deeper dent when she sings, And whilst at...

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In the deep night, thoughts twist like blue smoke within a crystal globe, Like a dream city projected on the closed eyelids of a child, The whispers of the mind float through the dense air like the distant rustle of a forgotten journal, Similar to a rain of stars slowly falling over a silent and fathomless sea. Speech transforms...

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Sitting alone, empty chairs, hollow feeling She's looking sad, devoid of something 'Till someone giving her bouquet of flower Sudden change of atmosphere in the air....

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On the white altar of dreams, I twist, a butterfly caught in time's amber, The hourglass of eternity pours its sand over my inert body. The mirror of the sky leans over, a cosmic eye scrutinizing my essence. On my skin, runes dance, tattoos of destiny engraved by gods, I try to read them, but I'm blind to the...

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. 'round 'bout 'long ...

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In the twilight of her mind, where shadows play and memories twist, She stood before the mirror, that ancient oracle of truth and deceit. A reflection, elusive as the morning mist, Dancing on the glass, a ghost of what she sought to meet. Through the corridors of time, she wandered, Echoes of voices, like whispers in a cavern, shaping her...

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