Poems About Carol Ann Duffy Published by Members Recently Online
#CarolAnnDuffy
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
Photographs, Memories and Smiles
I heard back in the day you didn’t want to school
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
#women
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#CarolAnnDuffy
615 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
Photographs, Memories and Smiles
I heard back in the day you didn’t want to school
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
#women
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#CarolAnnDuffy
615 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
Photographs, Memories and Smiles
I heard back in the day you didn’t want to school
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
#women
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#CarolAnnDuffy
615 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
Photographs, Memories and Smiles
I heard back in the day you didn’t want to school
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
#women
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#CarolAnnDuffy
615 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
Photographs, Memories and Smiles
I heard back in the day you didn’t want to school
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
#women
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#CarolAnnDuffy
615 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
5th Mar 2020 9:08am
5th Mar 2020 9:08am
As it comes
i am your reflected blusher, your hues
my pallette, each stroke bristles
icing sugar, none touched sweeter skin
dark outlines drawn, and crescent brows
the inside outside face, blacks and browns
but not disguise, just coke: smudged fire from lips
their tender burn, the tongue into a velvet urn
a carpetbagger searching roaming
and wisp's of hair your curtain's hung
take you, as it comes
Carol Ann Duffy poem (Whatever)
my pallette, each stroke bristles
icing sugar, none touched sweeter skin
dark outlines drawn, and crescent brows
the inside outside face, blacks and browns
but not disguise, just coke: smudged fire from lips
their tender burn, the tongue into a velvet urn
a carpetbagger searching roaming
and wisp's of hair your curtain's hung
take you, as it comes
Carol Ann Duffy poem (Whatever)
#ILoveYou
#CarolAnnDuffy
450 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
5th Mar 2020 9:08am
5th Mar 2020 9:08am
As it comes
i am your reflected blusher, your hues
my pallette, each stroke bristles
icing sugar, none touched sweeter skin
dark outlines drawn, and crescent brows
the inside outside face, blacks and browns
but not disguise, just coke: smudged fire from lips
their tender burn, the tongue into a velvet urn
a carpetbagger searching roaming
and wisp's of hair your curtain's hung
take you, as it comes
Carol Ann Duffy poem (Whatever)
my pallette, each stroke bristles
icing sugar, none touched sweeter skin
dark outlines drawn, and crescent brows
the inside outside face, blacks and browns
but not disguise, just coke: smudged fire from lips
their tender burn, the tongue into a velvet urn
a carpetbagger searching roaming
and wisp's of hair your curtain's hung
take you, as it comes
Carol Ann Duffy poem (Whatever)
#ILoveYou
#CarolAnnDuffy
450 reads
4 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
Story Poem, Nr.22 — Mrs Noah
It was an old story that was no longer true ... Truth can go out of stories, you know. What was true becomes meaningless, even a lie, because the truth has gone into another story. The water of the spring rises in another place”. (Ursula K. Le Guin)
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
#relationships
#religion
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
1353 reads
20 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
Story Poem, Nr.22 — Mrs Noah
It was an old story that was no longer true ... Truth can go out of stories, you know. What was true becomes meaningless, even a lie, because the truth has gone into another story. The water of the spring rises in another place”. (Ursula K. Le Guin)
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
#relationships
#religion
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
1353 reads
20 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
Story Poem, Nr.22 — Mrs Noah
It was an old story that was no longer true ... Truth can go out of stories, you know. What was true becomes meaningless, even a lie, because the truth has gone into another story. The water of the spring rises in another place”. (Ursula K. Le Guin)
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
#relationships
#religion
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
1353 reads
20 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
Story Poem, Nr.22 — Mrs Noah
It was an old story that was no longer true ... Truth can go out of stories, you know. What was true becomes meaningless, even a lie, because the truth has gone into another story. The water of the spring rises in another place”. (Ursula K. Le Guin)
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
#relationships
#religion
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
1353 reads
20 Comments
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