Blows Poems - Poems about Blows

The wind blows fiercely tonight, carrying with it cold whispers, And my thoughts fly to the boys in the forgotten row of life, I hope some of them find solace in a bottle of red wine, For on the edge of that world, you clearly see how everything is locked and barred, You realize every corner already belongs to...

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Oh, not again, the voices sigh, The star-spangled banner hangs heavy in the sky. The 47th dawns, his name the same, Is this a new chapter, or a replay of blame? What will he do? The whispers collide— Some see a savior, others run and hide. Will it fulfill what prophets foretell, Or touch the hearts of those wishing him well? Is he...

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A colourful day of the year, when moonlight and sunlight never enough Decorated with more lightening, colourful, beautiful and splendour Songs, dances, tours and laughers, all culminated with Holy Mass prayers The day of the year that celebrations and merriments are from the hearts. One plus again today, though tough cycle experienced ever, The cycle that I...

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The North wind blew, ominous, nights now longer, testing resolve, deepening dread, the fear of darkness stalking, time to distil impulses … lighting lamp of love. The East wind blew, promising warmth of sol’s touch, proximity to the source enlivening heart, thus bringing boons of grace, that gratitude … lights the lamp of love. The South...

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A bruised mind from blows of thoughts, A heavy heart, with emotions caught, In a maze of reflections, I wander and roam, Searching for solace, a place to call home. The weight of worries, a burden to bear, A constant barrage, of fears and despair, The mind a battlefield, where thoughts collide, Leaving scars, and a soul to hide. The echoes of memories,...

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In a chariot of fire in the sun blew a pale horse and pale rider’s last breath, and on your grave sings a boding raven in the shadows of the valley of death. Where no graven image rise from its bones, only a cold wormwood wind on death row pipes through the rushes beyond the...

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without adjectives and adverbs the wind would just be ....well...the wind...

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I suppose the blows from your dark fist gets softer with time spent running for my life I mean your face seems to fade a little bit more when I’m sitting in mass or singing in the choir tears always roll just thinking how god must’ve felt watching you blungeon my back always my back...

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Consider this carefully, The questions which I pose: Do you study which way, Which way the wind blows? Do you try and battle against it, Or just go where it goes? Or do you prefer just to wait, Wait till it eases, wait till it slows? Or just continue in the direction, The direction YOU chose?...

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Of all the insidious signs 'Abortion is Health Care' just blows my mind for Abortion is 'Women's Self-Care' ~ the infant's murder sealed and signed ___________________________________ Abortion, however, is normally warranted in cases of rape and/or danger to...

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There's a wind that's mighty blows There His breathe that's subtainted life so This mighty, mighty righteous wind flows From my Father into me so Growing mghty Wind comes down into me again in an abundant grasp fills me Growing mighty Wind lets me be rooted and standing tall boldy everlasting From my Father into me so This mighty, mighty...

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"A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache," Quote by, Catherine the Great (A gush of wind slights and pauses alighting a piece of paper to rest between two men lounging atop of beach chairs sipping on iced tea from two tall glasses) *Mr.(I)dealist & Mr. (R)ealist (I): Wherefrom did this piece of paper hail? (R):...

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say your piece in a gentle flow that the reader’s heart feels aglow beauteous bubbles soft stirrings surface that vast void be held in warm embrace say your piece melodious emotion as an effervescence of love’s magic potion...

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My heart is cracked ..it aches I use it carelessly ..it shakes I must be wise now ..it’s sore It can withstand the blows ..no more I let it fall so hard ..again I must shelter it ..from pain I should be more aware ..it’s sad From all the heartache ..it’s had I’ll never fall again ..so hard I must once more keep up My guard....

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