Ana Poems - Poems about Ana

Early on a cold March morning a handful of men took a stand in the year of eighteen thirty six when a sabre drew a line in the sand it was victory or death for the valiant few outnumbered and out-gunned surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned even as the day was...

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An undisciplined terrible tot, Ana did awful things quite a lot. Uncle Bob she did kick. I told Dad. With a stick, a good spanking my sis at last got!...

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I loved you More than you could ever love me I wanted you happy And so I did everything in my power Trying to turn it into reality We are puzzle pieces New, untouched pieces Bound to fit in perfectly And yet, you chose to give it up All I can do now is pray Pray that you find your other untouched side That fits so...

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WALLS AND WAILS I am confined within these four walls For far too long and pray a wall falls And the guns jam with wardens asleep As I take a walk of freedom, a leap To a new world without guns and guards. But I have fallen in love with my tiny bed And my thin smelly blanket that I wed I have...

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Ana is a nickname used by those with anorexia. For some, it's a "superior" way of life. For others, it's a way to belong. Ultimately, it's a life ruled by fear; whether it's ever faced or forever denied. If you suffer from an eating disorder, please try to get help. No one wants to see...

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Within ageless canyons we hold our breath. Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death? Santana stampedes, pariah unchained. ‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed! Chased from our homes and all else that we own, Panicked we flee, to a refuge unknown. Behind us a past we can never forget The clear hills of May, June’s swallows…regret. Sparked up by nature, mishap or...

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Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame. Black-scape throughout, life’s survival or death? Spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained. Santana stampedes, she’s wicked, untamed, through canyons of ages. We hold our breath. Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame. Now Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed! Desiccation abounds where there were fresh spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained. What brought this on us,...

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A letter about my friend Ana She stood tall, skeletal, and proud Her glowing locks choking those that were drawn too close, Her blinding smile removing the vision of anyone who dared to smile back She scared me, But being scared is better than not feeling at all And having someone is better than having no one, So I followed her. One...

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Remembering the day I really met you, I realised how much I've admired you. Thinking about that day, I've found happiness. You shine brighter than the sun in summer, You calm us better than any peaceful song, You give us more energy than any energetic drink, You love us more than any person in this world. And I would love to be like...

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In the Irish mountain "Breasts of Anu" I reside. I am mother goddess, the spirit essence of nature. Anu or Danu my worshipers call me with pride. Dana or Ana my believers apply their nomenclature. I am the female principle, primal vessel for all things. I birthed the people of Dana, the Celtic race of gods. As enchantress, my incantations are...

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Starving stomach, food in the brain, Some say disease, others say vain. Her new friend Ana, showing the way, Worshipping scales, twice a day. To her, she is way more than fat to others, way thinner than flat. The built in rule, let food in, And you will never be as thin. Her friends find her weight an ordeal, Ana’s at the sink...

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Pro Patria Mori Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched as Santa Ana's baggage washed their brazen hair, hip deep in the Rio Grande. The ancient river moved across the land Like slow drool down a leather cheek. Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls rolled down the Great Divide, rattled across the porcelain sea. Oh, the girls! Hair hot and black, Whoopee! Their tongues as pink as baby fat. Now tongs drop...

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Ana has a secret. Her body like a slippery corner hurtful eyes you can’t know if she comes or goes Ana has a secret. What a sensitive conscience mute hands don’t move hair that flutters around her from east to west Ana has a secret. Only the necessary word and it’s slow breaking up syntax Ana a has… a has Ana secret secret… silence...

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I hate so much Ana Maria she should go to North Korea! Her crap comes so naturally she's unconscious of her speech! And she is really really so fat That whales sing "fat family" when she goes to the beach I had to tell you that! I hate so much Ana Maria she should go to North Korea! She has no friends, no wonder...

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