Best Soring Poems

The Difference My Life He Did Make

Precious are the memories which lift my soul
Soring to heights of remembered laughs
The joys having made eternal will always last
Good experiences for the lessons I did learn 
This life of a man who shared in kind
For in his living...

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Way up high
In the sky
That’s where we will be-will be
Soring there
In the air
Up above the clouds
You and I

Way up high
Where the birds fly
You are safe- safe with me
Soring there
Through the air
Sleep little one
Sweet dreams to thee...

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a loss of words on this morning of great deals
a mood so sound that it feels
my broken mind folding my impaired enralic
the ma is soring above the everlasting manilic
this making of this is quite modest
 2 perfect emotions quar into each other deist
3 morning birds...

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 chaos seeks an impression
this paved means to extend 
leading to the latest of bitter ends 
the intent of happenstance
suits my pen
down to the motives 

compromise strives for a process
the page in my view
staring back and still labeled new
determination is the method
for the road less...

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Soring through the sky,
Spreading your wins,
Seeing the site,
In three dimensions,
The eye of an eagle,
Beautiful creatures they are,
The wing span they have,
Could cover you up,
Perching on a cliff,
Looking at the view,
A wonderous site,
A picture for you........

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Harare


This is the City that never sleeps- 
Life in every lane stirs or creeps
Full of laughter and hardly weeps.

Roads are lined with trees in bloom
that torch to flight all the gloom
as a lamp on vigil for the Groom!

Harare, a melting pot of culture
resplendent inside every...

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A Common Starling
Ah!
Such rare birds
They live unprotected by those who say that they would stand with them

Poor little black birds
They don't survive for long
The mamas pray
For a brighter day
As their young go out into this world 
Praying that they will live
Something that seems to get...

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Yep, this summer is sooo nice - 
Everything's running as in a race.
It's hot, you ask the nurse for ice
To cool off your wicked long-haired face.

Windows bear long water drop hues,
Quirky birds are soring in the sky.
Girls in special hospital shoes
Look as geese that are...

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Dedicated to: (Maestro Marinero) Antonio B. Dublado 


I could've been on the stage applauded by spectators old and young 
A vibrant lad and appealing, so well I could sing and dance. 
But when I saw a moving vessel in a horizon not so far 
I...

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The Lost Bird In The Sky

Somewhere there sits a lone man
at a bar filled with lowlifes
lost in his thoughts
mad at the world
and at her
it's eight in the morning
and dawn is long past
and its eve's seat he'll now nurse
across the bar room
through the blinds, some sun...

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Soring starting to peer through the ground,
Snowdrops and crocuses all around.

The silent sounds of spring,
What good weather God will bring.

The beautiful house standing tall,
An exquisite home for relatives all..

The gentle buds and white and purple blooms,
Sprouting as the snow thaws and looms.

What a delight to...

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I had thought that by now
I'd be a silk laced image in her beautiful, brown eyes,
by now I'd thought I was her's to hold and to keep,
to snuggle with in lonesome nights,
when there was nothing on the television.
I felt my heart jump from such nervous...

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Stranded on the road again
With a pack of cigarette and jar of wine 
And a snoozed up box and a leaked tank
In a cold-desert known as end of the world
My heart scampers for a soul for help
With furriest echoes breaking the wind's voice
And the soring...

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Soring high, wings spread
Dashing in and out the clouds
Racing with the wind, unknown to the sun
She draws her name in the sky
Claiming ownership to it's beauty
Worries has never entered her
No fear is she seeing way up
Blessed are the birds
Singing a hearts love
Taking hold of life
Is...

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Sometimes I wonder,
What its like to be a bird.

Soring in the sky, 
So very high,
Free as the wind carries,
Their small delicate bodies,
Away from the noise,
and the bright city lights.
Away from the thick air,
That they don't want to share,
With the creatures that assault,
Their beautiful large world.

As...

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