Poems About: CINDERELLA
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- carpe diem
337.Football games are neat,
Giants run the field,
Crushing Earth beneath them,
Atlas would be proud.
Holding the hopes of city states read more »Hakeem Rahim
What is it then that binds us to the mob,
and asks so much of our most precious inner lust?
Will they relent in their demanding heartbreak throb
or would plain sanity whip up a healing gust read more »Herbert Nehrlich
You say he broke your heart and you can’t go on?
You cry all day and night until you think you’re going to drown?
Well, stop your sniffling sister,
It’s no ones fault but yours. read more »Candy Kelly
340.She, He, It
She switches the tv on
while she's drinking coffee
and the first thing she sees
is that red, white, and blue read more »Rochelle Ratner
341.Here I Ho Again
Parody of the classic Whitesnake song Here I Go Again
I don't know who I'm doing tonight
But I sure know who I'd like to do read more »Ramona Thompson
342.Resurrection Of The Butterfly
In kamikazic state and crisp,
Steered and wrenched from soft illusion;
Terrible, it's fragile, dust-blown shape
That carried it's fat world within - read more »Barry Van Asten
343.Cinderella’s Slipper Trail
Now Cinderella had lost her fella; this-, of course, was her unfaithful dad.
Many bad things can happen, in life, without a 'family launching pad.'
Those dreaded wicked step-kin, sadly came in, bossing her night-and-day.
Still, she had good memories and serenely read 'her rainy days away.' read more »ArmourQuill Hunter
Dancing prancing albino ponies
dance to the cap-gun crackle
of the lightening leather whip. read more »Bob Genevro
345.Flights Of Fantasy
I want to run away,
Far from this hurt and pain,
Far from ridicules and hurtful words,
Far far from the stares and this unbridled world. read more »Anam Rizvi
346.Troubadour à Muse
Should you stay fey Troubadour’s muse,
walls would fall heeding need's call, I swear,
souls united, delighted, all share,
with only bemusement to lose. read more »Jonathan ROBIN
347.Where do the Oceans go.
And where do the birds go
when Winter settles its spiralling hands?
And where do the worms go read more »Mary X
348.Excuse Us Please!
Excuse Us Please!
Extended is an apology from a little fluffy heap
To ever voracious and stinking greedy sheep
To ever leaking sapful horses which love to peep read more »Swami Jeevan Ekin