Awa Poems - Poems about Awa

She was born with the whole sky in her hands, soft fingers reaching for a world that hadn’t yet told her no. Her first breath was limitless— the kind of infinite that only newborns know, before the world shrinks them down, before the weight of it all settles into their bones. She could have been anything. A girl who laughed, who danced, who...

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I must awa and sorrowful be, I must awa and take leave of thee. My bonnie wee lass who holds me so near, I'll soon return to ye, my Bonnie, my dear. I must awa to Culloden to be sure, to battle the sassenach or we'll be nay more. I must awa with musket and bow, I must...

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When yins ye lou are taken awa , forever gang intae eternity, ne,er will ye see them agin, as eternity is far frae hame. aye maybes yell see them float by, in a clear day o sky, ye can talk tae them when ist yer wont, but ne,er will ye gain a reply or song, the kirk it says yell get tae heaven, where...

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Stuck in the darkness filled in the night Clouds in the skies but you can't see it Sounds and moaning and groans All through the air Chris and famished girth spinning swirling away And in the tease of the bright A small speck of light Winking in turn Causing the blackness to burn Oh eloquent silicone sequences adorn Not the flickering shouts The gruesome black the...

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The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor, Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills. Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude, Killing the wounded in Drumossie mud. Oor Prince has fled leaving dreams in the dust, Of a Stuart oan the throne that was oor lust, like the heron scared of mans approach fleeing his home being taen awa tae...

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Maram grass dewed. An adda takes a chance, And, drinks from the dewed Maram, Ere the sun dried it. Now full of pep was awa. Saw, I was astounded! Or did I just imagine? Our deed done, clock says home. Otto called, "We are late, come on"! "Nan will be worried"! "Ata", I screamed, then ran! Home, nan greeted us with some pop fruit flavoured. Mmm, fresh...

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Awa' oan the Firth of Forth, high oan the famous brig', a laboring lad toils tirelessly in the cauld and bitter wind. Awa' aff the river shore, a braw lassie waits for him, scourin' and roastin' tatties in a bonny wee but and ben. The carls would hae him drinkin', The cummers would pay him 'ahind the door, but...

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