Would Be(A) Poems - Poems about Would Be(A)

I live in the flight path of fifty to one hundred planes a day Very rarely do my dogs look up now They think it is normal for the sky to sound like a 747 Today was an exception We all looked up A plane sounded like she needed a muffler I thought it would be a small plane It was a...

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She was not a unicorn pink castle princess girl her attitudes leaned more toward blacks and blues she could find the horribleness in every situation we understood this, but not her reasoning we heard she had a tattoo, guessed it was a coffin or a skull, or burned flesh, something macabre Her tattoo was gorgeous, monarch butterflies nothing we expected, a cousin...

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'the proof of the pudding ' NOTE: THE ABOVE IS A RECENT CHANCE ARTWORK OF MINE - a minimalistic created purely by a chance happening...

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a ballerina she has legs of a giraffe grace of a hippo...

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If I were a tree, I would be an oak. A laughing oak with dazzling shiny hair. My leaves would twinkle and spin and prance happily in the summer. I would watch over the squirrels with their chattering ways, and smile. Loving the way they flip upside down and backwards to steal bird seed. Robins, cardinals, wrens and meadow...

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My life would be a riot And my thoughts would be more bold If my grave was not so quiet And my girth was not so cold I thought about a diet But my precious life was sold No reason left to buy it When your brain is growing mold I wish I could deny it But my roots have taken hold Nobody else should...

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Awe- struck, I gape at your solicitous disposition ! Raffish looking epitome~ combing hair staring at my ...

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If I had a choice, I would be a green boomslang. Reposing in a warm African tree, surveying zebras and elephants. My back would be plastered with the prettiest geometric shapes imaginable. I would be six foot long, and scary. If a tiger tried to climb my tree, I would bare my teeth, showing her my six fangs. And I would be...

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Mom thought I would be a girl back in 1971. She was surprised to learn that I was a son. She was surprised but she wasn't disappointed in the least. We were very close until the day when she became deceased. When I was in Mom's womb, she thought I would be a girl instead of a boy But she...

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Would Be A Liar Would be a liar My entire desire Will not grow higher. Shower start off in Which is best place to begin Do what you intend. Bare bodies were there We put on soap everywhere Our passion would share. Proceeded to bed And then heard what he has said Glad that we are wed. Knew that this was true No matter what we may do Pleased both...

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Your smile is contagious, Your energy is endless, But the most astonishing thing about you, Is your commanding intelligence. You’re caring and considerate, You’re the icing on the cake, And without your music, The world would be a mistake....

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It would be a wondrous thing If I chanced to see Unicorns of ocean deep Swimming nearby me. Each one with a spiraled tusk Jutting from its jaw, Swimming round about me; oh, I would be in awe! Clicking, squealing, whistling, Swimming in their pod. If I tried to join their group, Would that seem too odd? I could try to click at them With my little...

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I would be a fool To love you for your hair alone, (Though I could) , The unfurled flag of your femininity Stirs my blood like a patriotic song. Your curls are dappled clouds That stretch like cresting waves Across an inverted oceanic sky, Fall from the horizon of your face (Attempt to draw attention From the lovely length of neck But fail)...

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Watching the waves crash. Slowly shifting shore. Seabreeze blowing gently. Sand ground into pores. Matching natures rhythm. My skin touches yours. Vision of a goddess, from long forgotten lore. ...

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I can't have a picnic today. The food, I can't afford to pay. The price of gas and everything. Even my heart can't afford to sing. The blues are sung by yellow wrens. And the camara's cover is still on the lens. The joy in life is slowly fading. As picnic ants are hungryly waiting. I know this is not what you want...

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