Chorusing Poems - Poems about Chorusing

...My brother, John, was older than me; and I had ever looked up to him, As a golden sun seems always with you, but comes and goes at whim. My brother, John, taught me to roller skate, and h......

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...Your soul is a song, Chorusing numerously. Your many lives but a melody, Resounding in your mind. Your soul, a channeling Of the sound of eternity. Your soul is music, So finely tuned. ......

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...Rose fragrance sweetens air birds chorusing sun lit dappled glade gold edged clouds overhead Profuse floribundas white petals tipped pink wild columbine creep tendrils abloom tree ......

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...Breathe Be still Listen for them, Loonlet's chorusing calls......

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...And when it ends suddenly, unexpectedly, You start to count. First on the days, then the hours - then Just counting until 100 Then Beginning again. The dead find their faces The l......

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...For teaching me of unknown paths For hinting to me of fogs at feet For reminding me of sunrise tea For showing me both ink stain and light rain For simply savoring the simple life For illust......

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...NIGHT SOUNDS By John T Haupt Night sounds: Crickets chorusing chirp chantingly, faint in the impious hum of climate-controlling boxes. A dog's lonesome bark and a cat’s howl somewhere ......

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...Destitute is the productive, empty lives who Garner the plain with heavy chains and a directive, pain. Stone on stone they lay, the bedrock, ......

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...I may have grown tired but my lungs have opened wide Never to be so inspired as when we shut the divide Now universally singing verses to be heard voices chorusing uniformly wringing......

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...Shadows of no-hopers stretch, escaping from the platform lights, A stage where pride and egos dance, where hearts will leash and cage their fight, But all too soon I'll be the last, still waitin......

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...I am sitting down with my pen, in a faraway land For many days, I recalled my memories, That faded with poor calories I want to share the aesthetic childhood spent in the lap of a maternal knigh......

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...Shadows of no-hopers stretch, escaping from the platform lights, A stage where pride and egos dance, where hearts will leash and cage their fight, But all too soon I'll be the last, still waitin......

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...It was a day in the season of mists, All were rejoicing as there came the day of feasts Slowly and steadily the day approached And my mother sat concerned on her couch She sat there for hours lost de......

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...An adrenaline rush like no other Fear, anxiety and pressure on an accelerated course together A need to perform, a need to please Beads of sweat roll down his sleeve Players in waiting call out t......

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...I ogled through the open Atelier, And chance into a spacious grotto, Wanting to carry out an exploration of voodoo kingdom, I made a pact with my kinetic limbs, On they ride and halt at i......

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