You Made Your Bed Poems - Poems about You Made Your Bed

God made my bed this morning Of course, I made my bed, but God planned according God ordains all things, (good or bad, all things) Yes, even the Drill Sergeant’s inspection to see if my bed springs (All y’all will know what that means, if you know what I mean) Does that mean God is evil? No, He predestines all things...

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The bed I wet when I was eight, on my Scooby Doo custom sheets? The waterbed I came to hate, when the patches failed beneath my feet? Maybe the one in my college dorm, where I grew a foot as a sophomore? This one now, you seem to say; with you, for you, I...

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I made your bed today, the sheets still smell like you I don't dare wash them...

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You made your bed, now lie in it devoid of warmth and care between the crumpled, dirty sheets Pretend that I am there You made your bed, in crazed haste and hoped to cover all the memories that you had of me but now you hope I'll call You made your bed now feel regret For love like mine's unknown You shiver as you toss...

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Made my bed Now I must Lay in it Messed up the Sheets of time Far to many times that I have lost count Pulled of the blanket Of illusion from the Bed of lies that I Once slept so soundly in Now I can't find that Comfortable spot That once felt so inviting...

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(This is a fictional poem) You killed and cooked your son's pet bunny. Now you laugh but it's not funny. It's wrong to kill a kid's pet. When you see him cry, it will be something that you'll regret. Your son loved that rabbit, it was his pride and joy. I feel sorry for him because he's going to be a...

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