Bowe Poems - Poems about Bowe

... I fell in love with a Drunken Poet When with light My Grail He fills Lyrical Creativity intercourse with pen and paper spill With Rhymes and reasons salutations Filled so full, Colorful My i......

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...hints of days gone by fly away “Space Oddity” Bowe sings my world 09/01/2019......

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...Slow, slow Stop, stop Here, here The tree She hobbled between The Tussock grass Toward the tree’s The biggest, tallest She made for She stopped half way To look Look up At this tree Tal......

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...Gewoonlik is my boundaries sterk Word ek assigned deur guidance met a Engels'vlerk My journey neem langer en my sielsnare word gevleg My boundaries raak flexible en a unieke konneksies word aanme......

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...Hmm What is life ? some say life is a puzzle and I ask is it one we will ever complete? Huh? Tell me will the puzzle ever be complete because I know and you know you can't just go in a store and bu......

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...Needs have a limit. Wants have none. Written by: Elliott Bowe......

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...I swim in the murky waters, diving deep, nails claw mud. Lowly, I may be bowing, but I am not drowning. No, I am not beat, the struggle is not defeat. My toes dig into the earth, to feel the tangible......

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...Your frequent absence made me question, your existence and your importance. I contemplated your possible ingredients to my growth. I gazed at the stars at night, feeling the connection. Hoping that ......

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...The poets job is to magnify to unveil the vei......

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...Your bald raw beauty. On my way to the barber. To be as stunning. Cancer took your breast away. Yet your heart remains so sweet. Written By: Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT Contest Name : Cant......

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... Let us all join hands and pray for eachother today. Some of us are sick. Some of us have problems. Some of us are married. Some of us are not. But we all go through rough times in this......

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...As unfocused and natural as breathing As unrestricted as dreaming Creativity derives from formless – From liberty Don’t think Write now Correct later This is poetry in its most perfect form Just li......

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...The moment you understand death, is the moment you understand life. Written By: Elliott Bowe......

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...We are each a letter in this alphabet soup, forming words harmoniously. Written By: Elliott Bowe I didn't realize the potency of my words unt......

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...Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a gander at shallow but dee......

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