Best Sarah Poems

Upon Sarah Palin,
The media is wailing,
While economy is failing,
A woman will do,
For fault to pursue,

But as governor in her state,
Things are looking great,
Alas,,,,,ka,,,,,ha,
We make our own way,
We need no bail,
Bureaucrats heads to swell,

She’s beautiful and bold,
Said, I believe in love’s gold,
We will climb our own...

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The morning dew glistens upon the open field
Another new day is here
Will I find my true love today
Is he really out there
Will I find my true love today
Will he ever appear
Will I find my true love today
That is the least of my fears...

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A KISS not just any kiss but thee kiss...........
First to connect
Your lips indulge mine 
Did 'nt see it just tasted it
I can still feel it
A kiss that told more than any poet
Ecstasy the room turned
Pleasure so divine
Hands that pulled my ebony ruffled curls
As your sensual...

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Upon the second story balcony
Around an old mosaic table top
Sits Sarah alone with her thoughts
Bright blues, yellows, greens and reds
Sparkle with splendor in the first rays of morn
Igniting endless inspiration
 
The morning dew glistens upon the open field
Another new day is here
Will I find my...

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Just a little note to say,
That I love you in so many different ways.
When I see your face at first sight,
When I dream about you late at night.
A thought of walking by the sea,
Another of lying under an old oak tree.
Your legs, your breasts, your...

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An urgent breath upon my neck 
A innocences tied to me 
Clothes pulled from me 
Silk and lace have no grace
As they lay upon the floor
You close the door 
You lock it behind you 
Your kiss is more a bite
I try to fight
But the darkness...

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As she entered the dingy little house, 
Sarah regarded Ethel and Charles. 
They were where they always were, 
each sat, slumped, torpid
in their own well-worn armchair, 
staring vacantly at the telly.

Neither acknowledges her arrival, 
and she did not announce it, 
the pleasantries were redundant, 
all...

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Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her...

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He was born in backwoods Missouri.
1840 the year he arrived.
Conflict, sickness and hard times prevailed.
Through it all he grew strong and survived.
Skills to live were a gift from his father.
Faith in God from his mother each day.
Never taking his freedom for granted.
Understanding the price one...

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Conditions were harsh out in Kansas,
For the children and Sarah and Paul.
Neighbors and friends packed up and were gone;
Headed west they could hear fortune's call.
Never sure year to year of the harvest,
So their talents were traded and sold.
Sarah a seamstress, Paul made his knives,
And they...

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My dear Sarah,

This may be my last letter to you,
As I am writing you now I am on my way to the theatre
I am booked for a lung operation by 7 p.m. today;
My prayer is that the operation is successful
But if otherwise,weep not Sarah.

Now I...

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I see you, girl, with your lovely face
Your painted lips, and your fiery grace
Scorching the earth with the steps you trace
Oh how we shine, how we shine

I see you girl, with your heart undressed
By pain of joy and sorrow blessed
All glory, and all sin confessed
Oh...

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Sarah Grace


Born in the morning as daybreak was dawning
With her came sunshine, our babe Sarah Grace

As she was growing, her beauty was showing
Already a charmer, the child Sarah Grace

Her lips always smiling her eyes so beguiling
A breaker of hearts was the girl Sarah Grace

When moonlight...

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Sarah Lee
Outgoing, friendly, funny, weird
Sister to Juan, Jaime, Javier, and Jacob
Lover of Music, Mexican Food, and long walks
Who feels Pain, Compassion, and Love
Who fears clowns, dolls, and being alone
Who would like to see Boston, Ireland, and the U.K
Resident of Crystal City, Texas
Moncada...

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In sixteen ninety-two,
Salem bore a wicked sin;
It was there atop a rugged hill,
They hanged old Sarah Flynn

The Elders deemed her guilty,
Of witchcraft they accused;
Prepared to draw her final breath,
While others stood amused

Scoffing her accusers,
She shouted emphatically;
"Benjamin, Walter, and Jacob!"
"Death shall come to thee in three's!"

From...

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