Best Eleventh Poems

A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
   Another hand empathizes--
          touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
    enfolding memories...

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It seems so late,

on your answer we wait.

 Time is just an illusion,

we search for our conclusion.

 As hours turn to ashes,

in love, we see the flashes.

 The final hour is here,

fortold by the seer.

 In that hour we live,

the eleventh hour to give.

 Only...

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Would the world forgive?
Destruction of twin towers
echoes of cries and pain
all  the nations in prayer
Ghosts and ashes the remainings
















Its hard to forget,yet lets try to forgive
(Don't hate them ,hate their deed)             ...

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In memory of all those who perished during the tragic events of September 11th 2001
and in honour of all those who risked or sacrificed their own life for the sake of others.



Sirens lament, a September song    
Echoing sadness of memories so strong.
Prayers...

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~He's In All Thats Great and Good~
(Eleventh Power)



When I wake up enjoy what I can today 
In worship spend time with God thank Him for all
He gives plenty of blessings to me and you
Praise Him all the time and  seek him when I fall
Feel...

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(This is the 1. IFA 2014 branded Haiku...



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Eleventh hour cometh, and e'er nun too soon
Bad tidings beckon, wicked's dark days of doom
Tears for fears, death's time's near
Cause, evildo'rs oft n'er hearing ear
Knave's and thieves, may scoff'n scorn
Malevolent scheming's oft so forlorn
Military men's might n'er a chance had
As king of kings battle, play's...

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~He's In All Thats Great and Good~
(Eleventh Power)


When I wake up enjoy what I can today 
In worship spend time with God thank Him for all
He gives plenty of blessings to me and you
Praise Him all the time and seek him when I fall
Feel his...

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eleven thoughts on the eleventh day.

January
white crunch blankets 
bare bones clack
as wolfwinds wander.

sun
absentee landlord
mummified in clouds
sheds white lint.

snow angels
line our street
wearing little  children feet.

now begins
time stilled days
stretching into distant Spring.

sound cuts the air
shattering
ice filled thought

children, 
exotic birds
flit down our road
colour darting
over a blank page

bird...

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At the eleventh hour
Silence falls
Heads bow in reverence
Reflecting remembrance
Ordinary people
Stop to show respect
For those who fell

At the eleventh hour
A small group
Of Muslim youth
Chant descent
And wave banners high
“British soldier’s burn in hell”
And this small disrespectful group
Of Muslim youth
Burn poppies in the street
Desecrating that symbol
Of solemnity
And remembrance
Burning...

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We all have something to fear
It lies inside of our souls
It lies inside of our hearts
Into our brains it crawls
And starts tearing us apart

Eleventh grade is a fearsome year
They look at the teacher, and try not to shed a tear
The teachers hide behind a façade
Knowing...

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Sirens lament, a September song
Echoing sadness of memories so strong.
Prayers for the souls of those taken away,
Thoughts for the families, in our hearts to this day.
Evening came early, the night stayed long.
Morning started so bright, but went tragically wrong.
Blue cloudness skies, the sound of a...

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High up in the loving crook of two adjoined cottonwood trees
I spent my eleventh summer reading seven library books a day.
A sandwich, glass of cold lemonade, these books and I
would climb up into that treehouse in the morning.
As I read, I would study ants and...

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one thousand at the eleventh hour

They come from afar
through seasons bitten by frost
across a mountain's pass deep in snow
shout they all, " holy holy save us god"
"wash our sins away, free us from the damned”.

they dip into our well for healing
catch each trembling drop upon
crying...

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Shall our neighbor to the Great White North
become our fifty-first state? 
To be proudly crowned their eleventh province might prove a better fate
Fresh air, clear lakes and grand vistas not to be beat
Maro-O-largo/Maple Leaf Hotel would make such a grand winter retreat
Call me a Tory...

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