Waif Poems - Poems about Waif

I feel your eyes looking at me As I pass by at a quarter to three When you should be tucked away By your parents at the end of day Running around in a gang complete No shoes being placed upon your feet You learnt the hard way about life Known by the law in perpetual strife Your mother likes the drugs and...

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In spite of what you hear in the news As well as cows, *****sapiens do moo Especially when embraced By a voluptuous young waif Grazing on “grass” is also a very good clue...

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In a brilliant enchanted faerie forest, where deer were fed, There was a mature, yet slightly miniature thistle bed, Under shiny maple leaf completely opposite of red, Was a tiny waif named Joyce resting her sweet empowered head She had an independent streak, this petite, yet precocious mite. Some people were afraid of her pure willingness to incite. She questioned everyone...

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In spite of what you hear in the news As well as cows, *****sapiens do moo Especially when embraced By a voluptuous young waif Grazing on grass is also a very good clue...

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a roaming angel in scruffy, tatty old shirt searching for the star Copyright2016Leonora Galinta All Rights Reserved May 13, 2015 6.15pm...

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Dreaming about life in the city People in the village were so generocity How he wish to return to the village Where he will not live in the midst of foul language Back in there life was so sweet Now walking down the street With bare feet Weather in the cold or heat Dying with hunger...

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In spite of what you hear in the news As well as cows, *****sapiens do moo Especially when embraced By a voluptuous young waif Grazing on grass is also a very good clue © Jack Ellison 2015...

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The Saviour And The Waif Waif like she lay, half-submerged in the receding flood Nor heat nor sun she knew in sleep, Woken from her age-long silence, The stony bed happily her weight did endure, As the nymph lay helpless in its arms. A saviour saw this angelic waif and Touched was his crumbling broken heart, From terrorist camps had he been...

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Tune weavers sigh and sigh The unblinking eye Embroider thoughts Tree line Groves Fingered love prints Hearts unfold Cold and broken Tattered and yellow Wistful carousel Going round round and around As surely my heart goes......

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The child aged only ten dressed in tatters for clothes roams the city streets begging for a crust or two His bed is wherever he can find a place to lay his weary head newspapers are his blankets a doorway becomes his home People hurry by uncaring not touched by this little waif never pausing to think of what has brought him so low Orphaned when he...

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