Certainly Poems - Poems about Certainly

Jesus May Save but God Certainly Kills How many people did Satin kill? We don’t know and never will. But we do know of many that God has killed. Entire populations’ death he fulfilled. Kill them all, God would command. The Israelites obeyed and did what God Planned. Excuses given, we’re told so many. But never a good one although they are plenty. The...

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The only place where there is no math of loss or gain, The only thing which runs existence, which runs blood through veins. While devoting to each other, you become nonexistent; The only thing that's worth doing—that's for certain. You stare at each other, you resonate with each other, you hold...

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I was glad to escape the school run by demon spawn thrilled to extricate myself from this hell-hole disengage from a hateful situation distangle myself from the mess they call normal I am pretty sure the students feel the same way Their “no hate” campaign is working. Brain research shows that if you say “don’t climb that tree” a person must...

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Oh, my, he is certainly built! The women said of the knight. He was hidden in armor that was truly marvelous and right. If he had half the muscles his armor had, he was a catch. He is my hero a lady-in-waiting said, I think he’ll be my match! He must pump the iron, and he can call me...

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When the wisest man in the world said "It would be a tragic shame if ever The Great Forest were to be reduced To a small clump of trees." Everyone, without exception, answered "It certainly would." So when The Great Forest Was eventually reduced To a small clump of trees, That is what they decided to call it ... It Certainly Wood....

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The browns from the winter have all changed to green. The harsh and sharp edges are mossy and soft. The breeze is more gentle: no clouds in the sky. The robins are nesting; the hawk is aloft. The creek beds have water, no longer harsh ice, clear pools in the shade, inviting and nice. With sun on your shoulders, a breeze in your face, a feast for the...

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When I translate: ancient greek, Aramaic, Esperanto and other languages I'm just one a rapacious curious ... When I translate: the crackling of the fire, the whistle of the wind, or the voice of silence, I'm an apprentice of poetry ...!...

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Prove the antagonisms, dare to cede to impulses be perplexed by chasms, not living before pulses ... Not having out of love, warmth, shelter and rest ...

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everyone said he was always punctual said he never missed a day of work said he would be the one to count on but the coroner said she didn't know his time of death but she hadn't taken off his watch if she would have would have found two bites marks...

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BOAT OF INTEREST Something troubles us certainly Something always drums trouble To us Some have children yet pockets of Troubles outside childbearing lives With them closely Some can eat but no food while Others have abundance but with Much troubles dancing around them Some have wealth without heir Many have heirs without wealth Yet many sticks of troubles live Behind them like family garden Some are beautifully rich but...

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Abundant A certainly Coming ever before me Blessings Based confessions Exposing me I come before you Please, Lord show me I am just a lamb and you’re my Sheppard I’m just a lamb and I confess this I just a lamb and I am also your child 11/28/18 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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I went out to trick or treat wearing fake bloodstained hands and feet Soon I began to get prickly heat So I jettisoned them in the street The finder went as white as a sheet Then dropped dead with no heartbeat Now I’m feeling like dead meat How could I be so indiscreet! Boo Monorhyme Contest Sponsored by Alexis Y 09-10-17...

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A meathead is definitely not an ostracised ostrich, a warbling wavering walrus, a small but vintage vibrant beetroot who claps in time, a mascot at a match, a backwards facing grinning umbrella in bright sunlight, an automatic dimmer switch winking, nor is it a tattoo of a cartoon place-mat. Basements cook eels. Slip slide slip...

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He Certainly Ain't No Cat I am a carnivorous feline, red in tooth and claw, I climb in through the windows and I creep in through the door And hide in secret places where I can sleep all day. ...

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I fear to the apparition within my own thoughts evolves from exorbitant broken mental manifestation ...

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