"scrimping" poems - Hello Poetry

Daddy left home when i was five Didn't know how i was going to survive All he left was a post-it note Telling us how he jumped the boat Right of the deep end We had nothing to defend So we left. We headed west Mom and i tried to make the best Scrimping and saving every cent Working where ever we went And we made it. We survived every blow and every hit We rode out the storm And now we are safe and warm In a house of our own

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Nov 8, 2011

Nov 8, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC

patrick-mccombs-1

Stormy Weather.

Daddy left home when i was five Didn't know how i was going to survive All he left was a post-it note Telling us how he jumped the boat Right of the deep end We had nothing to defend So we left. We headed west Mom and i tried to make the best Scrimping and saving every cent Working where ever we went And we made it. We survived every blow and every hit We rode out the storm And now we are safe and warm In a house of our own

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~ Ranting and raving Scrimping and saving The words you hold in reserve The breadth and width Of words unsaid Says more than you ever could Waxing and waining Your ever disdaining The lines are writ on your face I read between to see to be seen The secrets you've kept in your heart With the knowing and showing You can better understand who you are The silence between What you are now And what you have been Is the silence that holds you from me. ~

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC

Another-dead-hero

Silence

~ Ranting and raving Scrimping and saving The words you hold in reserve The breadth and width Of words unsaid Says more than you ever could Waxing and waining Your ever disdaining The lines are writ on your face I read between to see to be seen The secrets you've kept in your heart With the knowing and showing You can better understand who you are The silence between What you are now And what you have been Is the silence that holds you from me. ~

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Scrimping and scraping, saving every last dime, Working away from nine 'til five, "We'll get there eventually!" they'd always say, Closer to that dream house day by day. To save the pennies, they stopped going out, no more luxurious food in their mouths. They'd both come home and look at more places, a pained and drained look on their overworked faces, Then when the time came to go to bed, She hadn't the energy to even give head, Their *** life soon became none existent, Hour by hour they became more distant, Finally the money was all saved up, They bought the dream house and matching cups, The pair began to laugh like before, This brand new life was never a bore. She'd proudly iron his shirts for work, and off he'd go with that familiar smirk, He soon got promoted and travelled the world, all part of the job but he'd left that poor girl. They spoke on the webcam every night, until one morning he missed his flight. She dialled his number frantically, But couldn't reach him, what could this be? What could have happened to the love of her life? It turned out he'd just found himself a new wife. She only found out from someone he worked with, This was a life she never thought she'd live. So there she stayed in that lonely dream house, Betrayed and forgotten in her tear stained blouse.

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Sep 6, 2020

Sep 6, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC

sophiems

The Lonely Dream House

Scrimping and scraping, saving every last dime, Working away from nine 'til five, "We'll get there eventually!" they'd always say, Closer to that dream house day by day. To save the pennies, they stopped going out, no more luxurious food in their mouths. They'd both come home and look at more places, a pained and drained look on their overworked faces, Then when the time came to go to bed, She hadn't the energy to even give head, Their *** life soon became none existent, Hour by hour they became more distant, Finally the money was all saved up, They bought the dream house and matching cups, The pair began to laugh like before, This brand new life was never a bore. She'd proudly iron his shirts for work, and off he'd go with that familiar smirk, He soon got promoted and travelled the world, all part of the job but he'd left that poor girl. They spoke on the webcam every night, until one morning he missed his flight. She dialled his number frantically, But couldn't reach him, what could this be? What could have happened to the love of her life? It turned out he'd just found himself a new wife. She only found out from someone he worked with, This was a life she never thought she'd live. So there she stayed in that lonely dream house, Betrayed and forgotten in her tear stained blouse.

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