Best Lour Poems

As death creeps out of the darkness,
  A mother becomes the rope in a (Tug of war.)
A child reaches to help its’ mother in...

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It is for sure, not springtime here
Shorter days now how bare His trees.
And looking back draws eyes to tear
For waste and loss of all my...

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Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire...

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Like dark chocolate,
She is my favorite.
A redefined taste of perfection and originality,
An embodiment of beauty,
Not in some quantity,
But with endowed with plenty and quality.
Dark creamed...

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What gives you the right to hate me?  Just because my skin is not white.
Do you think our blood isn't the same co lour?...

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The Boatman’s Song                      ...

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Someday the spring will be ours
Someday loves dice will fall for sure
Some summer when time waits to lure
Our hearts to find just the right hours.
No...

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Like dark chocolate,
She is my favorite.
A redefined taste of perfection and originality,
An embodiment of beauty,
Not in some quantity,
But with endowed with plenty and quality.
Dark creamed...

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The sky of strong blue as it dims at dusk,
that I shall in no way look at the same. 
A new start in rich, pure,...

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Relentless I know I won't regret this

extensive bleeding of my heart Painting

white roses on a grave. I tell a story to who

ever will listen. My...

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Are British Politicians a Little Potty?




At the end of Faust Part Two

Goethe wrote something most true.

The eternal lies in things of time,

the stone you throw,...

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Something is coming 
We are freezing
Days when we want to do everything
But all we can do is that studying and nothing
After reading exam paper we...

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Is a tree wrong because it leans?

Or is a tree wrong because it is not green

 

So you tell me what co lour it’s suppose

Too...

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Once upon a dry and sunny day,
My head I rest, and on the bad I lay
Thinking of the one true question…
What that is, I just...

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Song for Ballyheigue

	County Kerry, Ireland

Twig fire limn
eight fairy
in a lour cave mouth

Four of whom
a tabor thrum

Four of whom
breathe zephyr
through wee fife

All of whom
leap star,
the joy...

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