Vivian Poems - Poems about Vivian

Identical twins Marian and Vivian are sisters with flair You might see them out in the San Francisco air They are famous for their identical outfits for sure Filling gawking children full of delightful wonder...Read the rest...

Miss Vivian, our precious girl, On this, your special day, Your Mimi and your Big Daddy Just have one thing to say: Oh, happy day, sweet little one, ...Read the rest...

Miss Vivian, my heart is full to stay with you a while, to see your precious cherub face, your impish little smile. You have your father’s countenance, your mom’s full head of hair - Indeed, both fearful, wondrous made, exquisitely, with care. Our...Read the rest...

Vivianne, Dame du Lac, Valley Girl? Hardly not. ~ Voiced to some as ...Read the rest...

She is vivacious, Yellow flecks in her eyes intrigue us Her unleashed excitement is golden She is nineteen, and confident She lavishes us with enthusiasm Her wit flickers like a flame on fire We are intrigued, excited, alive! Loving this moment...Read the rest...

Vivian walked a tighter path than she would have believed. For one with anonymity she would be deceived. A public figure she was not. Her life spent between images. And when at home it wasn't hers that landlords brought her scrimmages. Her photos...Read the rest...

For Vivian, there was peace. For her photos; much to say. It's not that Vivian didn't try. Vivian didn't play. To sell her photos; only dreams. Vivian's wait pursue. And in her death soon came through. Her photos up for auction, one could not...Read the rest...

The Shutterbug (Vivian Maier) -by Trevor McLeod She shot through life and captured photo. Dismissed her name for art. Took thousands of great photographs and in the end did part. Her photos came from on the street. Rich characters and buildings. While...Read the rest...

She hides a jar of dread Underneath the bed With other bottled pains Until her feelings rust, Collecting tears and dust And cobwebs of old shame. But when the night arrives, She's just a name on a...Read the rest...

that little mailbox that you make so big is my home where i live knock lightly for with gifts guilt prevails and i may not know you anymore...Read the rest...