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1997 Poems - Poems about 1997


My Dying Mother Irene On 19th November 1997
Listen to her death certificate’ Who’d fought for life’s duplicate “Severe Anorexia Secondary to status asthmaticus”. Oh! How it had rung worse than Amnesia And had meant some asthmatic curse. Several struggle -out “God, Receive my soul’’ As death bell was about to toll I, to the hilt, a struck-dumb spectator For the longest seconds, tongue-tied commentator Soon, rapidly pondering not why...

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Categories: 1997, dark, death, farewell, fate,
Form: Rhyme
My College Class Poems of 1997 God Have Bless Me
MY CLASS POEMS OF 1997 GOD HAVE BLESS ME GOD HAS BLESSED ME TO BE THE BEST POSSIBLE PERSON I CAN NO MATTER HOW GOOD I AM I KNOW GOD WILL STRENGTHEN ME TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON. GOD HAVE BLESS ME TO BUILD ON THE WORK OF YESTERDAY WHICH WILL LEAD ME INTO THE...

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Categories: 1997, 9th grade, abuse, addiction,
Form: Prose Poetry



Premium Member Hale-Bopp, 1997
Hale-Bopp’s fly-by midnight stroll St. Simons beach- lovers gently kiss...

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Categories: 1997, kiss, love, universe,
Form: Haiku
March, 1997
A veil of darkness Fallen on the town There's a monster here A sweet, innocent life cut down. One so free who knew no fear Why be afraid With love so constantly near? For love is what he was Helping others, always giving. Now, selfish, twisted, murderous ways Means our "Little Mark" is no longer living Among us with his smile so sweet But will spend eternity's...

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Categories: 1997, death, sad, love,
Form: Epitaph
1997
A single rose was silenced Floriated chorales resound in Kensington For Mr. Brian Strand's: Spaces...

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Categories: 1997, hope
Form: Imagism



Words (1997)
Why does the breeze stir up lifeless grains of sand The sweltering heat infused into its breath...? It rouses the sleeping souls of circumstances dead And fans their burnt out ashes on a burning land. Events repeat themselves though the wheel moves on And time brings about its changes unchallenged This river was once a rocky, dead, dry bed; And this sandy...

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Categories: 1997, introspection
Form: Verse
No More Tears Since 1997
No more tears for that which has departed No endings for that which has not started The knife is in the skin, yet no bleeding Why shed tears? When tears we are not needing Drinking her bath water tasting so pure Using your vice, as her bait and her lure Drugs not taken, is the rapture of death In evry tear, evry...

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Categories: 1997, death, sad, sorry, sympathy,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things