Best 17Th Poems

My black is majestic my black is smooth
Even when I was banished from public pool
Even if I was portrayed black face fool
I was a raven...

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It was the 17th century, and I was travelling with my family,
            We were...

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The soul whom the Son sets free
is free indeed,
Unlocking the rusting shackles
of oppression,
Allowing life’s amazing grace
to shine with His embrace,
Transformation of soul’s darkness
to light’s brightness,
The...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf...

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In the frame there is a photo
which I took of you that day
just a month before you left me
on my own and went away.

It reminds...

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Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand

Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!
Heal my heart, stop...

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The world is full of broken hearts,
so mine was nothing new,
     and anyone who loves someone
could lose that person too.
 ...

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Every living thing.. Every breathing one..
Changes in life even for once…Some for good and some for bad..
Some where someone will always change..
Are you feeling betrayed...

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Paul
Husband of Sheila, Father of Kirsty and Paul-Mark, 
Grandfather of Valentina, teacher, and friend 
Son of Pauline and Nazarene, brother to six siblings:
Joseph – Angela...

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Darkest of Confessions


Voices in my head
Dancing abreast with the abstract
Shattered glasses and shattered dreams
History repeats many a lovers’ defeat

I demand a duel
With my heart
I welcome...

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This is who I am
My name is Stanislaus J. O’Connor
Born on April 17th in Belfast, Ireland
Youngest of eight children
My father admired the Polish people
The way...

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His intellectual achievements and originality have made the word Einstein broadly synonymous with genius. Albert Einstein’s brother was a monster, his name, FrankEinstein.

Einstein was asked...

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My past already lived,
my unknown future is the only place to travel-
beyond paradoxes or predictions,
 I could stand in a world beyond a human life...

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Why do people always need s a promise.. To accept what you say..
Why do people keep asking if you are lying in anyway..
Why do people...

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There once was a friend of mine,
Who was famed for making wine.
Her visits were great,
As she brought a crate -
But I lost a week each...

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