Poems About: CINDERELLA

In this page, poems on / about “cinderella” are listed.

  • 313.
    It is not my sin

    Ah how thousand of moments have shattered me; left me within myself.
    Unable and unwilling to divulge my fears, my hopes, my needs to you.
    Doomed to failure, it persists.
    Your actions, your deeds, unbeknown to you, read more »

    Miss Tee
  • 314.
    Flow it Again

    While you walk,
    I kept my eyes hold my breathe,
    and my heart beats
    stop for a moment for anything read more »

    Antonio Liao
  • 315.
    Lily, Picasso & The Golden Mean

    The bride wore knee sox.
    Kissing the ground her mother walked on,
    Taking me back in time to a place
    Like no other I’ve ever seen before— read more »

    Johnny Noir
  • 316.
    Linen Hankerchief

    Does anyone still make use of the linen handkerchief?
    Does anyone still take the time to starch and iron,
    Fold and press into triangle or square? read more »

    Jean Renwick
  • 317.
    Cinderella Remix

    I escape my apartment
    Leaving my stepfather
    Not letting him know I left read more »

    Sarah Marie
  • 318.
    Life Lesson At the Lone Pine Saloon

    One night
    I watched a pool shark
    Take this guy’s entire paycheck
    One game at a time read more »

    Allan Thorne
  • 319.
    THERE SHE IS

    How do I introduce the shout of a soul?
    Whose hole was stole to be whole
    Without a leak
    Which words do I pick? read more »

    KUTLWANO SONJI NOBLE ONE NKWE
  • 320.
    you should have known him in the first place

    he is not what you think he is
    he is not a bridge, neither is he a river
    though he claims himself to be
    but it is not what and how you understand it read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 321.
    Him

    Romeo, Romeo, where fore art thou Romeo?
    Yes, you are my Romeo
    But I'm not your Juliet
    I would be great for you read more »

    Elisabeth Perry
  • 322.
    Cinderella

    A light like yours can lead me home.
    A body warm inside my arms.
    A fantasy so alive, made of flesh and bone.
    A voice of warmth, a scent of light. read more »

    Marcel Tourdot
  • 323.
    The world is more than the sum of it's parts

    The world is more than the sum of it's parts;
    Things so unequal, it must be an art,
    For nothing's predictable as it might seem,
    From the hour of our birth to the death of our dream. read more »

    Patti Masterman
  • 324.
    The Days to Remember

    Do you remember the days?
    The days of Cinderella wanting to go the ball
    The days of the seven dwarfs
    The days when you believed in it read more »

    Ambra Milton
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