Bide Poems - Poems about Bide

You look “a bit peely wally” In Scotland means “pale or ill” by golly “Ah dinnae ken” means “I don't know” it seems ”Far div ye bide” where do you live ...

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I play by the rules day in and day out, Showing my class, wielding my clout. I take the hard blows time and again, Knowing my patience shan't be in vain. Joe's on the ropes, all by himself, Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf, Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch, Those flailing wild jabs I so...

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To last dots if man Plans, and life not that way pans Out, what avail plans? Life’s most moving moments race, Pass by like breeze, not a trace! _______________________________ Reflections |13.12.2022| Tanka, life Poet’s note: This Tanka is born of some unease on how to live life. Of late it seems that man tends to plan too much, and when...

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The morn dawned gray, the fog crouched o'er the sea It spread across the land; on hill, in vale, it lay Obscured the rolling meadow, 'till arose a breeze As sun burned through the mist with slanting ray A thought did find its way into my mind That days will bide their time before they say Now look at us in...

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In the blink of an eye the time passes so fast it flies by Define time Lives a ***** then you die Eye of the storm watches over my lifestyles fate In dire straight bathing as the holy water washes over my tired face I sate thirst I taste black words emerge that I wanna say...

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Love came again to bide her time To sit upon the swing and gaze To run a hand through my hair Many little bells caress my spine She wore a dress to match her eyes As kingdoms fall and states divide So does my breath against my hand Tremble here with heavy quaking sighs I know I...

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Motion that thy second's will is fleeting, like love standing still does sire away with rostrum's bill. And thee concern it latent, 'til ~ Thy spirit spaces, knows refill is life to own but heart to skill and pursuit of thy gain seems nil because of lacking fame until ~ A love does fire thee to graze thy own contention not in phase. As suddenly,...

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