"fros" poems - Hello Poetry

Fros-ty the Snowman had a twin brother named Lou He got hit by a truck, and we said "What the **** and "You should totally sue!" Before-he could call a lawyer along came a snow plow it mixed him up, with yellow snowman guts and he got snowman AIDS and gout The ne-xt day, Lou died but he left an inheritance check Frosty sued the man, and took all he had, then he cashed in both of the checks Fros-ty moved up north Alaska is where he's livin' where he got buck wild, and had a child, that he fathered with Sarah Palin Fros-ty the Snowman had a twin brother named Lou who brought about fame to the family name in Time and US Weekly too!!!

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Dec 10, 2010

Dec 10, 2010 at 4:52 PM UTC

OnlyEggy

Frosty the Snowman (And his Brother Lou)

Fros-ty the Snowman had a twin brother named Lou He got hit by a truck, and we said "What the **** and "You should totally sue!" Before-he could call a lawyer along came a snow plow it mixed him up, with yellow snowman guts and he got snowman AIDS and gout The ne-xt day, Lou died but he left an inheritance check Frosty sued the man, and took all he had, then he cashed in both of the checks Fros-ty moved up north Alaska is where he's livin' where he got buck wild, and had a child, that he fathered with Sarah Palin Fros-ty the Snowman had a twin brother named Lou who brought about fame to the family name in Time and US Weekly too!!!

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When baby girl first bloomed, her hair was slicked down on all sides of her little head. No products were used on her hair quite yet and she was as naturally beautiful as the brightest flower in the garden. Her hair was as delicate as her baby skin but that didn’t stop it from becoming a nest of smooth curls. She was a happy and vibrant baby but her hair grew at a fast rate. Her mother often used a small brush to make her baby’s curls look “neater” as if baby girl cared. A pink, yellow, or red bow would be placed in the middle of her soft little fro to give her a shiny little glow. Then baby girl got older and the smoothness turned into coarseness. Some described it as spongy. Her mother would use a kid’s hair lotion to give it more moisturization. However, baby girl’s hair required more than regular hair lotion could give. Baby girl still bloomed in radiance and beauty. Her natural hair wouldn’t be a real problem to her until years later. Her mother could no longer deal with the broken combs, screams of her daughter, neither the losses of money in a lump sum. Her mother decided to relax her baby girl’s curls. Baby girl knew her scalp tingled and burned for her natural hair to be “tamed.” Though baby girl wasn’t as young anymore, she noticed some changes in her hair. Her fingers could go through it without getting stuck. Her hair was shiny as a piece of gold and bounced when she moved her head. But now, baby girl knows. She knows her hair may be bone straight but it’s missing something. To some, it’s just hair but to her, it’s her sense of expression. Others like her rock their fros with pride while her relaxed tresses no longer appeal to her. It never did as she was oblivious to her mother’s logic. She went full circle when she returned to her ***** roots” and she couldn’t be any happier. Now baby girl has bloomed into a woman with her nest of ***** and coil like curls. Her curly fro was something like the beautiful flower that resembled the sun. A beautiful brown centerpiece as the center and her curls as the petals that surrounded her. Her tresses were as perfect as they could be and it will never matter who chooses not to agree. #OWL'S WORLD

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Aug 5, 2020

Aug 5, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC

Queen_Sage

Sunflower Baby

When baby girl first bloomed, her hair was slicked down on all sides of her little head. No products were used on her hair quite yet and she was as naturally beautiful as the brightest flower in the garden. Her hair was as delicate as her baby skin but that didn’t stop it from becoming a nest of smooth curls. She was a happy and vibrant baby but her hair grew at a fast rate. Her mother often used a small brush to make her baby’s curls look “neater” as if baby girl cared. A pink, yellow, or red bow would be placed in the middle of her soft little fro to give her a shiny little glow. Then baby girl got older and the smoothness turned into coarseness. Some described it as spongy. Her mother would use a kid’s hair lotion to give it more moisturization. However, baby girl’s hair required more than regular hair lotion could give. Baby girl still bloomed in radiance and beauty. Her natural hair wouldn’t be a real problem to her until years later. Her mother could no longer deal with the broken combs, screams of her daughter, neither the losses of money in a lump sum. Her mother decided to relax her baby girl’s curls. Baby girl knew her scalp tingled and burned for her natural hair to be “tamed.” Though baby girl wasn’t as young anymore, she noticed some changes in her hair. Her fingers could go through it without getting stuck. Her hair was shiny as a piece of gold and bounced when she moved her head. But now, baby girl knows. She knows her hair may be bone straight but it’s missing something. To some, it’s just hair but to her, it’s her sense of expression. Others like her rock their fros with pride while her relaxed tresses no longer appeal to her. It never did as she was oblivious to her mother’s logic. She went full circle when she returned to her ***** roots” and she couldn’t be any happier. Now baby girl has bloomed into a woman with her nest of ***** and coil like curls. Her curly fro was something like the beautiful flower that resembled the sun. A beautiful brown centerpiece as the center and her curls as the petals that surrounded her. Her tresses were as perfect as they could be and it will never matter who chooses not to agree. #OWL'S WORLD

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I have examined the concept of eternity It does and does not go Put more plainly A battle of tos and fros ***** headed cosmos ***** strings strung into dark matter Woven wormholes Like to have seen you all here before Forgive me if I'm not surprised Forgive me if I'm not moved By anything but the struggle to comprehend The actual effort to collide with thoughts The manifestation of compassion When there is so much blackness ******* on blackness It's a miracle anything survives at all It's a god **** error of probability That a few muscles can upturn lips To a smile or a kiss A ******* travesty of galactic proportions That light was allowed to break the curve Speed into my eyes Blasphemous tears So beautiful Wretched waste of a soul Touch your forehead And be blessed Touch your heart And be God Touch the earth And be gone Blahblahblah Bah baggum gom baggum Waste of waggum wu Shocckou ta cocmutu Quasaratus ben voyutan Vesu ta eturnas u ves obsidas Obsidas yet obsidas That's what she said.

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Nov 17, 2014

Nov 17, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

jessiah

Nothing part IV point 0

I have examined the concept of eternity It does and does not go Put more plainly A battle of tos and fros ***** headed cosmos ***** strings strung into dark matter Woven wormholes Like to have seen you all here before Forgive me if I'm not surprised Forgive me if I'm not moved By anything but the struggle to comprehend The actual effort to collide with thoughts The manifestation of compassion When there is so much blackness ******* on blackness It's a miracle anything survives at all It's a god **** error of probability That a few muscles can upturn lips To a smile or a kiss A ******* travesty of galactic proportions That light was allowed to break the curve Speed into my eyes Blasphemous tears So beautiful Wretched waste of a soul Touch your forehead And be blessed Touch your heart And be God Touch the earth And be gone Blahblahblah Bah baggum gom baggum Waste of waggum wu Shocckou ta cocmutu Quasaratus ben voyutan Vesu ta eturnas u ves obsidas Obsidas yet obsidas That's what she said.

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Scurry to your home and take, The food scraps from the path. Bodies pressing either side, You step on toes and gasp. Frantic, push and pull your way, Throughout the sticky crowd. The mass of your to-dos and fros, Screaming out aloud.

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Jun 15, 2012

Jun 15, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC

georgia-ruth

Scurry to your home and take

Scurry to your home and take, The food scraps from the path. Bodies pressing either side, You step on toes and gasp. Frantic, push and pull your way, Throughout the sticky crowd. The mass of your to-dos and fros, Screaming out aloud.

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