Best Third Year Poems

I've been watching you
Since your beginning
Whispering to you
A thousand subtle ways
Throughout all your days

You picked me up as a leaf
You were only three
Clutching my stem in your tiny hand
Long time you stared at me

Gazing at my veins, amber colors
Other leaves rustled in my fall winds
My...

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                                    the year of our lord
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It’s already been three years now since you passed away,
Yet, those mem’ries of you are alive, in my heart you’ll forever stay;
Every time I think of you, I smile with pain,
And wish that I can see and hug you once again.

My childhood years with you...

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On my third year high
I decided withdrew inside a room,
I locked myself,
an insistent knocked,
it was a friend,
what happen to yah man,
what, I said impatiently,
he went inside and sat,
we have party tonight,
I just inquired where are you,
and they said you were here,
I don't drink,
that's ok! look,...

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My father and I did not share all that much,
More like passing a truck on the road
Parent’s squabbles I overheard offered me clues
And at times I caught glimpse of his load.

His freight always sealed with a padlock in back,
Any breakdowns he kept to himself,
His frustrations...

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in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it....

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The bright green leaves are turning,
the forests look like burning;
cold weather is returning.

The days are growing shorter,
we're in the third year quarter;
the squirrel becomes a hoarder.

The stags in woods are clashing,
after the does they're dashing,
with raised white tales they're flashing.

The black bears are fat and...

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HARLEY DAVIDSON

The roar of the victorious twins that spark,
Enigma of the spotless glint in the dark,
The riders, symbolic of rare brood,
Tattooed with insignia and bandana as hood.

Third year of the twentieth century, there starts a stride,
Relentlessly over a century, stands stout in pride,
The post First...

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Icicles hang like translucent,
Inverted tapers from house eaves.
Seventy-two winters are spent
but now another winter freeze
wreathes my study window with ice.
How many winters have I left?
Three, Five, perhaps if I’m blessed, thrice
as many-- I’ll not hold my breath
as though it were a death sentence;
Hell no! Life’s...

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One Horse Town


The boardwalks full of people only two stood in the street.
The showdown of the century counting down to thirty feet.

Black Bart said this towns too small for you and I to both be in it.
Today's the day we found out which one of...

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They tried again for the third year in a row.
However, hopes for post-season play were a no-go.
Victory for the Cowboys turned out to be a no-show.
Chances for getting to the playoffs were slim.
The guiding light to show the way was quite dim.
Dallas met the Philadelphia...

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Good Old Government 

After high school all of us graduated
And then for college we had waited
Wondering what we would major in
Or should we go back to school again.

Some had no money and were very poor
Enlisted in Army, Air Force or Marine Corps
Others did not have...

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The beginning is the best rhyming 
Holding hands, never parting
Talking of the future, always smilling 
Making sound of music, always humming 
Those picnic park days, always vacationing 
Forever and Forever, to the honeymoon

Then the second stanza, no more laughter 
Time moves slowly, it staggers
There are...

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Third year with the same resolution
I am starting a revolution
Training and healthy eating
That's the plan, might be fleeting
Watching planet health my contribution




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Born in May 1975, in a small Australian town
I would battle my way through life, like a clown
Having no idea just of who I wanted to become
All I knew was, I wanted to become a mum
Poetry begun to take a shining to me
Soon to become...

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