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Accommodation Poems - Poems about Accommodation


Premium Member Enticing Accommodation
Those days were like rows of paper dolls Before the lovely whisper of passion In charmed, heavenly color schemes releasing my disinterest from me. Your allure under lovely lodging eyes If I flee, I might be gone forever The moon heard falling echoes A romantic poetry downpour I'm floating on your waves carry me to the beach....

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Categories: accommodation, analogy, appreciation, cute love,
Form: Free verse
Ambivalent
AMBIVALENT The swallowing of a morsel can't be justified If the stomach still hurts. Scorpion– the shining demon, who doesn't stop until it’s quashed applauds as it was filled with goosebumps. A dog with two tails–yet barks, and they say the future of the unknown Is seen by Accompaniment of tears with personal growth. Yet– the flame went down through us. Come rain or...

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Categories: accommodation, 12th grade, appreciation, blessing,
Form: Narrative



Premium Member Accommodation of Seasons
Accommodation Of Seasons David J Walker Finally The kind of cold that Accommodates November Arrives the day before December sets in and The last leaves of the sycamores Have long ago Presented themselves To the winds to be Carried beyond the vision of A calendar Autumn is old and weathered No one talks about its colors now And untethered The Fall accommodates The coming winter Again...

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Categories: accommodation, autumn, seasons, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Accommodation
What of violence and God; does death pre-curse life? As each creature large or small lives through strife. And, righteous wrath, what of its source a mere aberration of mans faulty mental course? Surely, some claim to hear the Voice, Yet, do they simply make a human choice? Violence brought upon man by man; how can it exist we ponder, without God’s...

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Categories: accommodation, faith
Form: Couplet
Accommodation of Desire
I broke the dozen eggs I bought a few weeks ago. Only two of them are badly reddish. My eyes are fixed on the good ones. I forget to turn the stove on As Eileen's face appeared From the back side of my brain. I sit there glancing at The unmixed eggs; Thinking... Why are...

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Categories: accommodation, art, lost love, love,
Form: Romanticism




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