Poems About: CINDERELLA
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349.Like The Count of Monte Christo
Black fatigue, pains and aches to the delight of
every spiritual healer who claims every disease
is psychosomatic in origin, obviously my anger
at the miscreant who hurt a very dear person - read more »Margaret Alice Second
Mimetic are you? Nay or yea?
Mollycoddle to me?
I wonder it.
Wooing is my intention. read more »Abdullahi Suleiman Bello
My path tru life was crovered in mist, just like Snowwhite I awaited my prince.
I was lock way in side my own heart, for just like the queen the world wished to tear me apart.
Unlike beauty and the beast my stories never seem to end so sweet.
For like Cinderella locked in her room, I needed my hearts key to now set me free. read more »Mindy Crummie
The lamp that stands beside the crib
Is not yet lighted to warm the gloom
Of the blueish, opaque light falling read more »Jose Asuncion Silva
MY heart yearns for a blissful dance;
Like of those of the Cinderella on the corridors of love-
Smiling to the light of ecstasy. read more »Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
To explain hysteria and discontent within a female, I point to the fables.
Filled with magical ways to become instantly loved, solid, safe and able.
What shite have we told, what poppycock sold,
Flipping the pages of fairy tales, countless times told. read more »Princess LilyPad
355.Esoteric: Astrogenetic Family, Fear Myself, Atilla
Loving my Astrogenetic Family
My gypsy brother is Aries
the word ‘consideration’ is unknown to him, read more »Margaret Alice
Can a cat catch cold? Certain cats certainly can. Clumsy cats can. Can a cow chew their cud? Cows can certainly chew the cud. Can a cowardly crow caw? A cat can’t cow or cackle like a chicken or cock. Cowardly crows can caw but not cluck like a chicken can. A cheetah is a cunning cat and certainly can catch cold, a crow, cunning cats and certain canines. Call a cat and the cat comes. The cat circles, curls and canoodles. Cheetahs can’t canoodle.
As the cock crowed, a cunning cat climbed into a cave, crawled, circled and calmly curled in a close-knit clump. read more »Ben Gieske
Dancing prancing albino ponies
dance to the cap-gun crackle
of the lightening leather whip. read more »Bob Genevro
358.By the bank of the river
Nestled in the valley of hope
Down by the river of dreams
A beautiful girl with silvery hair
Ponders her future, unpicking the seams read more »Michelle Tiddy
359.Me, Myself & I
I need you!
That was the last word I said to you.
But do I? read more »Eunice Ogunleye
360.Cinderella’s Slipper Trail
Now Cinderella had lost her fella; this-, of course, was her unfaithful dad.
Many bad things can happen, in life, without a 'family launching pad.'
Those dreaded wicked step-kin, sadly came in, bossing her night-and-day.
Still, she had good memories and serenely read 'her rainy days away.' read more »ArmourQuill Hunter