"olay" poems - Hello Poetry

I fell in love with a witch, yes a witch It must be a spell she cast on me It must be.. It must be She makes my heart pound, head swell and my body sweat She wakes me up happy and full of energy Whether she smiles or frowns I still find her **** She glows in the dark Not because she's using Olay cream But because her beauty lights up the room She dresses terrible Which makes her terribly perfect She also has a black cat She's a wizard with all of that It must be a spell she cast on me It must be.. It must be

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC

Az

I fell in love with a witch

I fell in love with a witch, yes a witch It must be a spell she cast on me It must be.. It must be She makes my heart pound, head swell and my body sweat She wakes me up happy and full of energy Whether she smiles or frowns I still find her **** She glows in the dark Not because she's using Olay cream But because her beauty lights up the room She dresses terrible Which makes her terribly perfect She also has a black cat She's a wizard with all of that It must be a spell she cast on me It must be.. It must be

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O, come a little closer - hear what I have to say, I know that one piece of writing can be interpreted in so many different ways. O, but do pay attention to my word-play, To the picture I’m trying to portray. O, I hope by the end of this you will understand the image I am trying to convey, But do not get me wrong, the end of this is something I am attempting to delay. O, it is saddening to know that sooner or later my rhymes will fade away So I will replay, replay, replay. O, how I pray that what we have will not decay. Like all the flowers & bouquets that I watched wither/die a bit more every day. O, but how pretty were they? Sad to know that each & every single one was thrown out like the contents of an ashtray. O, how you must have noticed the repetition of O’s - I think they are here to stay, Unlike my pathetic, childish rhymes that I am struggling to hold at bay. O, do not get me wrong - the rules to rhyme are so easy to obey, They are so easy to slay. O, like tray, cafe, puree, For god sake, even JFK. O, please tell me - do you see the problem on display? Do you see what I am trying to say, what is coming my way? O, it feels like a betrayal No, no, no that’s not a rhyme. I need to rhyme, I need us to be okay. Ray, clay, Bombay. Tray, fray, mae. Ray, clay, Bombay. Tray, fray, mae. O, please stay I need us to be okay. O, I know repetition of words is not a rhyme, Nothing more than copy & paste. Ray, clay, Bombay, Tray, fray, mae. Ray, clay, Bombay, Tray, fray, mae. O, please I don't want us to stray I hate how we went from white to grey. O, please I don’t us to end this way, I know I am barely rhyming but I will try my best, okay? Look - ballet, allay, hooray, Hay, weigh, olay. Look - ballet, allay, hooray, Hay, weigh, olay. O, please stay I need us to be okay. O, I know repetition of words is not a rhyme, Nothing more than copy & paste. I’ll come up with more, Dismay, replay, is-lay. Tray, cafe, valet, Delray, Alleyway, Chevrolet. It is not that I don’t know how to rhyme, I just need something to rhyme for. Rhyming is synchronisation, it is compatibility I just need to know we are. Please, stay, stay, stay, Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away. Please, stay, stay, stay, Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away. Ray, clay, Bombay, Tray, fray, mae. Ray, clay, Bombay, Tray, fray, mae. I know I am barely rhyming, but I will do my best okay? Please stay, Don’t go away.

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Jul 28, 2022

Jul 28, 2022 at 2:11 PM UTC

Malakswriting

Give Me Something To Rhyme For/Let Us Rhyme

O, come a little closer - hear what I have to say, I know that one piece of writing can be interpreted in so many different ways. O, but do pay attention to my word-play, To the picture I’m trying to portray. O, I hope by the end of this you will understand the image I am trying to convey, But do not get me wrong, the end of this is something I am attempting to delay. O, it is saddening to know that sooner or later my rhymes will fade away So I will replay, replay, replay. O, how I pray that what we have will not decay. Like all the flowers & bouquets that I watched wither/die a bit more every day. O, but how pretty were they? Sad to know that each & every single one was thrown out like the contents of an ashtray. O, how you must have noticed the repetition of O’s - I think they are here to stay, Unlike my pathetic, childish rhymes that I am struggling to hold at bay. O, do not get me wrong - the rules to rhyme are so easy to obey, They are so easy to slay. O, like tray, cafe, puree, For god sake, even JFK. O, please tell me - do you see the problem on display? Do you see what I am trying to say, what is coming my way? O, it feels like a betrayal No, no, no that’s not a rhyme. I need to rhyme, I need us to be okay. Ray, clay, Bombay. Tray, fray, mae. Ray, clay, Bombay. Tray, fray, mae. O, please stay I need us to be okay. O, I know repetition of words is not a rhyme, Nothing more than copy & paste. Ray, clay, Bombay, Tray, fray, mae. Ray, clay, Bombay, Tray, fray, mae. O, please I don't want us to stray I hate how we went from white to grey. O, please I don’t us to end this way, I know I am barely rhyming but I will try my best, okay? Look - ballet, allay, hooray, Hay, weigh, olay. Look - ballet, allay, hooray, Hay, weigh, olay. O, please stay I need us to be okay. O, I know repetition of words is not a rhyme, Nothing more than copy & paste. I’ll come up with more, Dismay, replay, is-lay. Tray, cafe, valet, Delray, Alleyway, Chevrolet. It is not that I don’t know how to rhyme, I just need something to rhyme for. Rhyming is synchronisation, it is compatibility I just need to know we are. Please, stay, stay, stay, Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away. Please, stay, stay, stay, Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away. Ray, clay, Bombay, Tray, fray, mae. Ray, clay, Bombay, Tray, fray, mae. I know I am barely rhyming, but I will do my best okay? Please stay, Don’t go away.

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Oh pasta wig! My angel hair pasta hair blows in the wig. Olay. Sorbet. Touch the slop. With a drop. Don't stop. Clip clop. Pitter patter tip top. Goes the batter of all matter. Toe mater Cars 2, see it in theatres. I have bronzen blazen brazen. All amazen. In the amazon. White Lightning.

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Aug 17, 2011

Aug 17, 2011 at 1:21 AM UTC

froupog-tabar-glanicio

Rugged Soghard.

Oh pasta wig! My angel hair pasta hair blows in the wig. Olay. Sorbet. Touch the slop. With a drop. Don't stop. Clip clop. Pitter patter tip top. Goes the batter of all matter. Toe mater Cars 2, see it in theatres. I have bronzen blazen brazen. All amazen. In the amazon. White Lightning.

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Eleanor stepped from the rear platform of the caboose as they were sidelined to let a freight Pass she mused how she loved freight trains how romantic they were the gust of night air from the Passing train that and the sound the train made was intoxicating she too was a piece of heaven she only Had a blanket wrapped around her body just above her breast her blonde hair was wet it had deep Comb lines she presented the highest qualities of womanhood freshness innocence a wild freedom a Tenderness her face expressed a look of longing a yearning the call that commanded wonder she picked Up the natural richness from the golden sunset as they traveled west the silver stream that was wide in The river they ran alongside for many miles this night it had been her bathing pool bemusement and Wistfulness came from her eyes and played on her face there to was a sadness a mystery that spoke of Pain she was travelling with a music troupe on the cheap she stated to stroll in the dark up the length of The train first she encountered the only Spanish man in the group he was setting with his back against The train on the rail at first quiet and thoughtful was his tune you visualized walking down the dark quiet Street of a Spanish village then he increased with a fastness you could hear Olay the scene quickly Changed to the famed bull fight in the great arena he played slow and softly making you feel the Tenseness as the great Matador faced the great beast the first pass was letter perfect the grace the cape Moved in a half circle then he spoke Toro the bull charged but in the blink of an eye the Matador saw The bull turn his head with those massive horns it caught him in the side and then the terror of a human Doll being tossed and stomped the cadence of the guitar told it all the day would go to the bull glory and Honor would go to the dead Matador she continued to walk as the guitar sound faded only to be picked Up by the sound of a rich trumpet it pierced the sweet night the distant pine seemed to sway in Appreciation the lone Coyote not to be out done howled his plaintive cry to the magnetic moon the Expanse of the dark southwest night was the fulfilling and telling of the tale many ghost rose that night Native American people always on the move in their nomadic way the wild mustang were real they Stood grazing in the lush grass just across the river Eleanor with her rich creamy skin seemed as a dream Passing between them made perfection call out from a night train

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Jul 9, 2013

Jul 9, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC

hal-loyd-denton

Night Train

Eleanor stepped from the rear platform of the caboose as they were sidelined to let a freight Pass she mused how she loved freight trains how romantic they were the gust of night air from the Passing train that and the sound the train made was intoxicating she too was a piece of heaven she only Had a blanket wrapped around her body just above her breast her blonde hair was wet it had deep Comb lines she presented the highest qualities of womanhood freshness innocence a wild freedom a Tenderness her face expressed a look of longing a yearning the call that commanded wonder she picked Up the natural richness from the golden sunset as they traveled west the silver stream that was wide in The river they ran alongside for many miles this night it had been her bathing pool bemusement and Wistfulness came from her eyes and played on her face there to was a sadness a mystery that spoke of Pain she was travelling with a music troupe on the cheap she stated to stroll in the dark up the length of The train first she encountered the only Spanish man in the group he was setting with his back against The train on the rail at first quiet and thoughtful was his tune you visualized walking down the dark quiet Street of a Spanish village then he increased with a fastness you could hear Olay the scene quickly Changed to the famed bull fight in the great arena he played slow and softly making you feel the Tenseness as the great Matador faced the great beast the first pass was letter perfect the grace the cape Moved in a half circle then he spoke Toro the bull charged but in the blink of an eye the Matador saw The bull turn his head with those massive horns it caught him in the side and then the terror of a human Doll being tossed and stomped the cadence of the guitar told it all the day would go to the bull glory and Honor would go to the dead Matador she continued to walk as the guitar sound faded only to be picked Up by the sound of a rich trumpet it pierced the sweet night the distant pine seemed to sway in Appreciation the lone Coyote not to be out done howled his plaintive cry to the magnetic moon the Expanse of the dark southwest night was the fulfilling and telling of the tale many ghost rose that night Native American people always on the move in their nomadic way the wild mustang were real they Stood grazing in the lush grass just across the river Eleanor with her rich creamy skin seemed as a dream Passing between them made perfection call out from a night train

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Sometimes I forget that you are real. I forget that you aren't a fragment of my imagination and the curly haired boy I see out of the corner of my eye isn't a ghost. It's you. Sometimes I forget that I didn't imagine that smell of old spice and olay body soap mixed together to form the perfect aroma that lingered a little too long on my clothes after I went home. Sometimes I forget that I didn't dream of those picnic dates we had on your bed while you played video games and I slept in your lap. I convinced myself that I made you up because it was easier than admitting that I pushed you away even when you told me that you didn't like comitment. I try to forget yesterday. I don't want to think of the familiar feeling of my head in your lap and your hand on my back, tracing small circles... because that means intamacy. It means you still love me and we are stuck in this small void of forever and I love you. I try to convince myself you aren't real.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC

chey349

convincing myself

Sometimes I forget that you are real. I forget that you aren't a fragment of my imagination and the curly haired boy I see out of the corner of my eye isn't a ghost. It's you. Sometimes I forget that I didn't imagine that smell of old spice and olay body soap mixed together to form the perfect aroma that lingered a little too long on my clothes after I went home. Sometimes I forget that I didn't dream of those picnic dates we had on your bed while you played video games and I slept in your lap. I convinced myself that I made you up because it was easier than admitting that I pushed you away even when you told me that you didn't like comitment. I try to forget yesterday. I don't want to think of the familiar feeling of my head in your lap and your hand on my back, tracing small circles... because that means intamacy. It means you still love me and we are stuck in this small void of forever and I love you. I try to convince myself you aren't real.

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butterflies seize power. your chin is in-my meteor; however downward my star flint. you maximize decent. Olay ! red cape fear. your toro, china shops- around. you mount an upset, upset. you break my things. you spiral. Keats repeats the maelstrom of a new thing bale-some and then some a lark's comet... wails some, how sweet. how sweet. your gloom frost is hot. you're fun with a broken spine. but you seem [ in it. ] you seem as neat as a breach. a stop. signed... "unfinished..."

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Oct 4, 2012

Oct 4, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC

third-eye-candy

your gloom frost is hot. you're fun with a broken spine

butterflies seize power. your chin is in-my meteor; however downward my star flint. you maximize decent. Olay ! red cape fear. your toro, china shops- around. you mount an upset, upset. you break my things. you spiral. Keats repeats the maelstrom of a new thing bale-some and then some a lark's comet... wails some, how sweet. how sweet. your gloom frost is hot. you're fun with a broken spine. but you seem [ in it. ] you seem as neat as a breach. a stop. signed... "unfinished..."

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Mama you’re the one, You’re the one to have some fun. Mama, it’s your day, Drink plenty of tequila and have it your way. Sit down and relax mama, Mi mama Americana. Mama do I cherish the days, Of pure bonding, bewilderment and circus Olay. The aroma of the chicken stir fry, Oh it enlightens my eyes. Mama you and your humor, Comes sooner and sooner. Mama lets throw a party and invite all, And not drive Howard up the wall. Mama this day is all about you, You have to own this day too. Mama you’re in complete control, Look out; mama’s on patrol! Mama I love you, And all the laundry and cleaning you do. Mama, you’re the best, So sit down and take a rest. Mama I’m jealous of you’re hair, And all the fancy clothes you wear. You inspire me, Mama’s as vivacious as can be! So I’ll let you have your drink, But remember to think…. Love you a ton mama’s, Now go and shimmy to the Bahamas’s!

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC

shari-forman

"Mama's Day"

Mama you’re the one, You’re the one to have some fun. Mama, it’s your day, Drink plenty of tequila and have it your way. Sit down and relax mama, Mi mama Americana. Mama do I cherish the days, Of pure bonding, bewilderment and circus Olay. The aroma of the chicken stir fry, Oh it enlightens my eyes. Mama you and your humor, Comes sooner and sooner. Mama lets throw a party and invite all, And not drive Howard up the wall. Mama this day is all about you, You have to own this day too. Mama you’re in complete control, Look out; mama’s on patrol! Mama I love you, And all the laundry and cleaning you do. Mama, you’re the best, So sit down and take a rest. Mama I’m jealous of you’re hair, And all the fancy clothes you wear. You inspire me, Mama’s as vivacious as can be! So I’ll let you have your drink, But remember to think…. Love you a ton mama’s, Now go and shimmy to the Bahamas’s!

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A well-groomed matador José Liked to moisturize with Oil of Olay His hands lost their grip The cape it did slip He was gored as he cried out "¡Olé!"

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Oct 25, 2019

Oct 25, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC

poetry2go

Moisturizing Matador

A well-groomed matador José Liked to moisturize with Oil of Olay His hands lost their grip The cape it did slip He was gored as he cried out "¡Olé!"

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Hi everyone and welcome to brumbies night live for the brumbies home match against the Auckland blues and what a match this will turn out to be and here is Fred with a jingle Run brumbies run Playing at GIO stadium oh yeah Run brumbies run Fighting fit fighting strong Come on brumbies You must win this Saturday The night of all nights Go brumbies go brumbies We are the best We will triumph over the blues We are the best Go brumbies go brumbies We must win If we wanna win in the finals We have to win tonight Thank you Fred and now here is Peter with his jingle Out on the field of super rugby today Are the mighty brumbies Ready for a win Our opponent today is the Auckland blues We need to win we will triumph over Everyone here’s hoping dude Then the team provided a try Scoring good here’s hoping mate Everyone will cheer as they come on the field we get to our feet abs from our mouths we yell Go the brumbies go go go We need to beat the blues at their game Go the brumbies go go go Fight for our place in the finals Here’s hoping well if we are good enough Thank you Peter and now time to start the match go brumbies Welcome to half time of brumbies night live and the blues got an early lead but then the brumbies caught up a bit to make it Auckland 15 brumbies 12, it will be an interesting second half Here is Tim Go brumbies go brumbies go brumbies go We are the best team in Australia yeah We are kicking *** good And we are showing the blues who is boss Let’s hope we don’t end up with a loss Go the mighty brumbies mate Carn them good and strong Up the brumbies down the blues Well I hope so anyway It is great to shoe the kids of this town Just how great the brumbies are Come on brumbies win this match Yeah oh yeah come on dudes Thank you Tim and now here is William with his jingle You know it is the brumbies We are coming back on the blues And at precisely midnight Our victory will fit right Into the night We must win tonight mate If we think we are good What have the crowd Eating pretty good food Oh yeah we must win Oh yeah we must Thank you William and this match is going to be great in the second half Here is Yvonne The mighty brumbies are going to win today 1 2 3 4 5 olay Then we will score and score The opposition doesn’t know what hit em Hit em hit em hit em Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes We must win tonight cause if we don’t I will meet you in the club And pour beer over you, yeah We fight we win Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes Go the mighty brumbies Thank you Yvonne and now onto the second half go brumbies And now it is full time and what a win for the ACT brumbies by 26-21 and I can tell you that was a great win Here is Tom Oh yeah it was a great win for the brumbies, the brumbies oh yeah We proved too good for them oh yeah The mighty brumbies The brumbies played so ****** well Auckland don’t know what hit em Just when we thought they were down in the game They scored some great points Oh yeah the brumbies won it oh yeseree 3 cheers for the mighty brumbies come on oh yeah Well done the mighty brumbies Well ****** done Thank you Tom and now here is Brian with a jingle Go brumbies We fought we conquered and we won It was a great win we deserved to win And the mighty brumbies Are the best team around Are we going to win from this match on Or is it going to be a hay ride for us all But the brumbies the mighty brumbies Will put up a fight Try and put that in your pipe and smoke it critics just smoke it now All up Go the brumbies go the brumbies We are the best team around Go the brumbies go the brumbies Yes we beat the blues oh yeah We are back kicking *** Like we used to do fellas Go the mighty brumbies We are the mighty brumbies We are The best Thank you Brian and now that is it There ain’t no more the brumbies have won, 26-21 is the score Goodbye from brumbies night live And now we draw the final curtain Yes it is the brumbies are totally rad The performance for them in this game was far from ****** bad So as we wait for next weeks opponent We will try and show them what we are made of yeah But now it is time to celebrate With a nice cold beer Go brumbies

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May 4, 2019

May 4, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

brumbies night live, we beat the blues

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