A. Poems - Poems about A.

“A crimson sky breaks the distant shore” This kaleidoscope of colours I just adore I love to stroll by the ever changing sea At peace with the world, I feel so carefree The sky’s ablaze with scarlet and gold It’s such a glorious sight to behold I’ll stay until the sun sinks down low A cool breeze blows so it’s time...

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Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world: In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge— a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink, but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence. It is as if the ink itself carried whispers of a celestial covenant, affirming divine Providence into the very marrow of liberty. Yet,...

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Blowing In The Wind A Walk Into Eternity It’s time I took these childhood memories and placed them in the Backroads of my...

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With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me. the fact that clouds are always passing, Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy. We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass, Using silence as a form of communication. The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant, A little cool and a...

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jealous of a morning walk pleasantries underneath sun- rise and set jealous of painlessness yet muscle ache oh i’d take jealous of going, going, gone out all day pulling my weight jealous of watching so effortlessly the jaunt of travelers jealous for the blessings given for all these years I’ll hope for fix so others jealously will watch me effortlessly with my slow gait i’d settle for mostly pain free i’d jump for joy but carefully ...

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Cherish who you are ‘cause on one can replicate your true uniqueness....

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The cupboards were bare. The stepmother said, “There’s not enough. Leave them instead.” Into the woods with crusts of bread, they were left to starve or end up dead. The world was cruel, the fire cold. But children learn to grow up bold. The witch was hunger in disguise. They saw the truth behind her eyes. They lit the fire. They found a way. Two kids came back— but not the same....

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I don't know how to act I can't even behave Is it a fact? I'm not even brave Her voice rings in my head I'm not sure if I'm losing it Starting to feel dead I think I should sit The world seems grey I haven't seen her smile I don't know what to say It's been a while ...

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It seemed to happen in a flash. Our movements were rash. Behind the breakfast bar With scraps of potato hash. Our webbed little feet Stuck in a muddy mash. Scores of us slip-slapping up the alley Unabashed, with feathers Mucked and thrashed Finally on the road and--boom! Crash! Linda was blindsided, Some trucker with a stash. There were eight of us now Headed for a small pond...

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He may not be new to Peruvians or New York, but he is like a brand-new shiny penny to us. His casual manner serves as a guide to the pathways Jesus took. He is a simple and uncomplicated man of God. I like him, I can't wait to see his program rolled out before us....

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O, to be a Cossack to be always on the attack Slice ‘em up, carve ‘em up Never look back...

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My soul’s confession knows no ordinary penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—. I doubt my own can judge the cemetery of bygone thoughts, dead dreams, and funerary pathways—twisted in patterns twice entwined through one and another—lurking behind my steeple-belled conscience. On the contrary, sermon is held just out of sight of that sinister scene. By holy spirits...

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There's a message in The way a person treats you Don't act, just listen....

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roses gleam b ri gh tly~ a g r a c e f u l dance in the s u n r now w ...

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A pocket-sized companion, light and small, The transistor radio, answering freedom's call. A plastic casing, sometimes bright and bold, A world of sound, a story to unfold. A little dial, you'd turn with gentle grace, Searching for signals in the airy space. A crackling whisper then a station clear, Bringing the music banishing all fear. A single...

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