"wxyz" poems - Hello Poetry

Although the skies appear blue, Blueish white, with cottony hue. Coloured orange, with fainted red Dazzles bright at each sunset. Evening sky, intensely blue, Fainted is the sunset hue. Glowworms dance, adorn the hue Happiness spreads in the world anew Into this landscapic purplish blue. Juggling, days Klucking nights Lying stunned in this hue so right Man, the creature, so curiously few. No matter it's a day or two, some hues amaze like a landscapic view! Orange red, with deep yellow in blue, Pearly stars, adorn the view. Quilty cold, in the days with dew Rosemary looks majestically new! Sun, the ball of fire for few Teaches, turns a page each new, Unknown, interesting, perceivable to few Vanity is so pale, to take, Wander, wither, breath well each day. Xmas may not come each day, Yawn, smile, admire all days, as uncertain are night somedays Zenith meets only the braves, let zephyrs cuddle, embrace your zealousy face.

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Nov 19, 2017

Nov 19, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC

Lavendergal

Alphabetical (ABCD....WXYZ) Poem on 'Nature & The Sky Above'

Although the skies appear blue, Blueish white, with cottony hue. Coloured orange, with fainted red Dazzles bright at each sunset. Evening sky, intensely blue, Fainted is the sunset hue. Glowworms dance, adorn the hue Happiness spreads in the world anew Into this landscapic purplish blue. Juggling, days Klucking nights Lying stunned in this hue so right Man, the creature, so curiously few. No matter it's a day or two, some hues amaze like a landscapic view! Orange red, with deep yellow in blue, Pearly stars, adorn the view. Quilty cold, in the days with dew Rosemary looks majestically new! Sun, the ball of fire for few Teaches, turns a page each new, Unknown, interesting, perceivable to few Vanity is so pale, to take, Wander, wither, breath well each day. Xmas may not come each day, Yawn, smile, admire all days, as uncertain are night somedays Zenith meets only the braves, let zephyrs cuddle, embrace your zealousy face.

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I'm confused You say 'I love you' But you don't trust me How can that be? Do you try to bring confusion and misery? I'm confused WXYZ That's my family Mom, 2 sisters, and me All together, we look happy But i think our relationships As a family, are really ****** My mom and i Don't see eye to eye This causes frustration Irritation, When we talk, It's like feeding you ammunition. Xavi and me She is forever my bestie! Yahnnie and me Ugh! Sometimes she makes me angry. But we are family Its kind of what we do I don't know about you But i wish things were different. There isn't much i can do, Sure I'll be there for you , And ill forever love you too.

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC

zayna-

Family?

I'm confused You say 'I love you' But you don't trust me How can that be? Do you try to bring confusion and misery? I'm confused WXYZ That's my family Mom, 2 sisters, and me All together, we look happy But i think our relationships As a family, are really ****** My mom and i Don't see eye to eye This causes frustration Irritation, When we talk, It's like feeding you ammunition. Xavi and me She is forever my bestie! Yahnnie and me Ugh! Sometimes she makes me angry. But we are family Its kind of what we do I don't know about you But i wish things were different. There isn't much i can do, Sure I'll be there for you , And ill forever love you too.

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The Lone Ranger writes a letter to his Tanto, he writes, things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as an Iron Lung. Riding around in his Ford Pinto The Lone Ranger looks for anything to do − the one working headlight finding vultures on the side of the road. Driving through the night scanning the radio for WXYZ This long prairie night of his soul. finding no one to save he buys a ********** with a case of silver bullets. She holds him like a little boy Rocks him back and forth. They don’t have *** He cries in her arms, “I’m a man in a boy’s costume,” “I am a jaw bone at a wedding.” Later that evening The Lone Ranger writes another letter Dear Tanto, Things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as mouth without teeth. I wish you were here. Sincerely, Lone.

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Apr 23, 2024

Apr 23, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC

christopher-leibow

The Last Episode of The Lone Ranger

The Lone Ranger writes a letter to his Tanto, he writes, things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as an Iron Lung. Riding around in his Ford Pinto The Lone Ranger looks for anything to do − the one working headlight finding vultures on the side of the road. Driving through the night scanning the radio for WXYZ This long prairie night of his soul. finding no one to save he buys a ********** with a case of silver bullets. She holds him like a little boy Rocks him back and forth. They don’t have *** He cries in her arms, “I’m a man in a boy’s costume,” “I am a jaw bone at a wedding.” Later that evening The Lone Ranger writes another letter Dear Tanto, Things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as mouth without teeth. I wish you were here. Sincerely, Lone.

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