Cherub Poems - Poems about Cherub

“I like it; go get it and stand it right there.” The ‘It’ was a concrete bird bath It was heavy as hell; about all I could bear I struggled… my wife had a laugh She’d seen it online; it was selling ‘as seen’ A gift bought for our feathered friends Those birds seemed quite wary, why might that have been? I...

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How fair the cheeks Of a tiny cherub angel How serene her disposition Secrets she dare not tell How charming her innocence To love unconditional How inspiring her destiny To serve God and impel How glorious her voice in unison Singing hymns or praises How peaceful at prayer time Knowing she's at my side How worthy an advocate for peace And heaven's pride ...

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Cold blue tile is the foundation from which two children build their world. This airport has seen thousands upon thousands of feet touching its ground, but their travel-weary weight is erased as toddlers run, screaming joyfully, over top. Laughter bubbles from their tiny pink lips, and I find I can’t help but join in. Snow-blond hair and a green dino hoodie. These...

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angelic voices chorale atop ocean waves fluid harmony (@Deb's Blog: Bless all here, everyday, every way)...

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sun sings symphony rainbow garden is glowing cherub marks babe’s grave...

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Welcome, Soupers, to our special segment today. We have a very unique guest with us - a cherub! Yes, you heard that right. Please give a warm welcome to our celestial friend, Calvin. Calvin, thank you for joining us. How does it feel to be here in the UK? Oh, it's been an interesting adventure, does it...

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Grim Reaper Cherub has a feeling of power for sure She wields her scythe and keeps her deadly mind pure. We see her on the swing, and we wonder if she will lure. Others to their death, and if so, is there a cure? Grim Reaper Cherub enjoys the swing so fine. Others want to cut in, but she says,...

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Cupid sat on a soft cloud Looking around at the crowd I wish I knew A love so true That I need not shoot the two...

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concentric circles clouds mushy mists growl tainted tarred twain epileptic ensconced spray rustic rims raved adapting aura's aid mystic mood swung lurching lousy lust taming torpedic tongue callous Cherub called vile veins' gores dripping damped draws scrunched syllables smoothened haggard hierarchy heightened. 19:11:14:11:30...

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silken mist drooping in gay epileptic stance serving its grace trickling drips moistening sans odds damped earth puking per draws lofty pressure trudging both atheistical alliance paddling the boat tormentous torrent tracing gores on the wielded waves, sans war hoisted horizon mending winter's call stance sequoia sucking spanks alchemistic breeze bonding lance ushering the former into tainted trance calling cherub watched bidings slip pulled the curtains and went...

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A little cherub, perched on high, twanged on her harp all day. She felt a little lonely, though "bored" I would not say. How happily those children play! she thought as she looked down, and on the lovely visage appeared the slightest frown. Gabriel marked her sorrow and asked her what was wrong, and so she had to tell him for what her heart...

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On this shining moment, a ceiling of new moon beguiles farmlands where the breeze tosses its wings, lit by a fluorescent stirring I can't comprehend--- a halo encircles my despair unrelenting to the beat of a warm summer eve so radiant; and yet, my spirit drowns from pain, from the absence of a love in ruins-- there is no recourse except...

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Stone cherub in a garden Precious guardian, of the flowers How I envy your position and eternity of hours To mingle with serenity To represent such bliss Oh! I would be a cherub For the sum of all of this Suzanne Delaney 1st. Place in Sandy Ivy D's My Own Little Garden Contest....

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Clouds mystifying the blue horizon Pebbles rocking on the strand Sea gulls scrutinizing the spectacle... of the forthcoming cherub Hither I stand in this forlorn land Ogling the presence of thine beauty Thou came to me and groped my heart as thine words taste better than red wine as thine breath smells better than roses I gaped wondrous to the allurement of thine heart Forsooth,...

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Midnight glows from behind pearl- glazed pools, darkness hides the delight of eyes wide open. As time floats by in dream-like waves, sunrise blooms with the wake of morn'. Scented petals of nature's honey linger; butterflies perform in perfect harmony....

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