Best Athirst(P) Poems

    Come, I say, let who is athirst come..
    We are saying, His Holy royal name
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In search of a day to search for serenity 
Against this abased society,
A quest stays on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a...

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Just drop once, when you happen to go by.

A tale they may count, mountains of my country;
Of paradise invaded and forests destroyed,
Of vessels adrift and...

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Your kiss from heaven caressed my cheek.
It made me feel safe, yet a little weak!

Confusing thoughts ran through my head.
Is this for real, or just...

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Not safe in God’s House
In trouble at the Schoolhouse
In danger at the White House
Especially, in our own house
We’re hunted like the old time
Prosecuted
And persecuted
Like breathing...

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Summer's sun at noon is a wilting torture,
scorches earth and withers the flowers' faces.
Breath to whistle shrinks away, throats athirst are
choking for nurture.

Dessert's climate visits...

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O, my friend! !

This life is as flocks of doves

They were symbol of peace

When they soar high in the sky

They hug the face of sun...

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It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I...

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Oh dear, oh dear!
Smile, and see the world outside
Open your door and come to this side
Live and play with the jubilations you desrve
Don't cry! Laugh,...

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You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes
And make of love the distinction that love despise
And all figures come only to my...

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imbibe the sky with eyes athirst – ambrosia sunset

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(Blank Verse Sonnet)

Autumn sun at noon lends wilting ordeal,
and scorches earth to wither blossoms' face;
the breath to whistle shrinks away to aught,
and throats athirst are...

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There once were twelve sisters, fresh, long legged and beautiful
Clustered amongst baby's breath being featured on center stage
Day to day the attention needed waned in...

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If I was your lover, Miss
I would beam at the rise of my hand
To the soreness of nothing on you
And give you warmth in sun...

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I had a walk through her majesty,
I walked through fascinations
For ages,-
White peaks,foaming wine,quenched
Athirst me,
Deep down the dense wild valley
Flowed a tribune,
I of bathed my senses.
For...

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