Anne Poems - Poems about Anne

There was a young man bought a pangolin but thought it was a mandolin to be played like a violin he tipped its scales 'til they creaked tweaked its tail so it squeaked and named the bow Anne Bowleyn...

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Anne* Frank's earthly life, coldly cut short, yet, in our hearts and minds, she always lives, as, it seems, her spirit no one could thwart, nor the humanity her message gives. Sorry if I misrepresent the words that emerged from her brave and precious pen. I note it was not her who spoke of herds, and...

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  Agents against 'Woke' ban, monitor revise, exclude like 'Natives' intruded like ships didn't deliver slaves like Anne Frank didn’t journal like separate was equal like history was meant to be revised like they want to see it....

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It was the beautiful Anne who bore the secret to his smile, Maybe the wrinkle of her eye when she smiled, The beautiful Anne was a blessing in disguise, She was the heartbeat of his life, To him she was the painter of life in disguise, The floor she walked was kissed by him, He was the happiest man when Anne...

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I came across a tale one day about a hatchet on display a crowd be had an oddity I see no man but only me mind pays less, its tales interest as time goes fast like growing grass the tailor comes and sits right down the storyteller's not around then, frightfully in front of me fate dealt a blow, the hatchet be from whence it...

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Willie Anne finds faeries at least once a day Sometimes in the field, forest, meadow or hay How she finds them, no one can say but when we come out, they all fly away...

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Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War, Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore. At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight. At eight, her mother died, and her father, he took flight. She and her kid brother went to a house for the poor. Soon...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold. An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low. Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze. With eyes full of kindness and words like a song She saw through the...

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**Trigger Warning** "I Knew Anne Silently - My Ravenous Poe" I knew Anne. you’d think with a name like hers she’d be able to find her way out of unchartered waters. it didn’t come as a suprise, then, on second thoughts, much later, that she would write a poem for me - and there I lay on the kitchen floor ...

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Forced into hiding from the Nazi's, Young Anne's account moves me to tears...

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My valentine Anne. No matter where I walk, when were apart. You’re always near and in my heart. My dreams are filled, with visions of you. My love will stand and always be true. I have traveled this land from coast to coast. I know it is you I love the most. Now I know...

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Happy Birthday Anne Throughout the years, you’re in my heart. I dread the times we are apart. I hope this is just the start. Happy birthday to you. My Sweetheart Love Joey By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...

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. for public domain I shall no longer tire of living, for Anne accounts for all my giving. The only reason I draw breath; to hold off an untimely death; if nothing more than to see her smile, I'll evade the Reaper another mile. For I was worse than a senseless thing,* an unfingered hollow of a ring, a whisper in abandoned caves, foul air...

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When the acorns are vast Winters throws are Multindous A particular Cafe Nero to go where I meet Anne for the first time and she remembers the 70s like everybody's yang and yin would like to Good tidings to know her Still Im playing with breezes I don't know Single with no children a Tory stalwart Just a brother in Eastbourne I am the...

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Anne of Trees Off Anne goes flying o'er autumnal breeze On the way becoming covered in leaves How Anne does relish those moments of bliss Dressed in colourful hues lovely as this. Anne loves to view glorious autumn leaves Gracefully twirling and whirling from trees And the berries on boughs what’re newly formed To feed the birds when winter becomes stormed. Anne has...

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