Commence Poems - Poems about Commence

...I know You'd return every winter, To remind me Of all the frozen nights. But, With the commence of spring And the warmth of wind, I'd be unmoved Whether you stay or not.......

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...In twilight’s hush, where dreams commence, I wandered lost in limerence. A glance, a spark, a breathless flame, Yet never once he spoke my name Love lived in ache, not permanence. Who am I to w......

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...Oh NO….it’s here Hope springing eternal Bringing with it The plague of pollen That nose drip Even a plumber can’t fix Oh, and MUD… AND PUDDLES AND WET DOGS And those spinny things Flutteri......

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...Glib rhetoric concerned with striking independence may seem frivolous, nuanced rational quite often a typical traumatic casualty, the once interminable interdependent passionate zeal disintegratin......

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... There's nothing funnier than a cross-eyed chicken With legs the size of your arm The Chicken Emporiums would sure love to know The name of this progressive farm Aside from the unne......

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... Her short skirt clings. I consider her thighs to be too thick. High heels click. Nevertheless, I watch her walk away. The thumb and index finger of one hand commence to rub together like ......

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...Q: Do some Biblical scholars also believe: World War 111 could begin in Israel before or during the 2025's rapture of the church/bride of Christ? A: Yes Q: Do they believe, the rider ......

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...Q: Just because World War 11 started both in Europe and the Pacific, does that mean that WW 111 has to do also? A: No, the third WW will start in the middle east and Israel will be involv......

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...Dawn. Night sounds of slumber A few owls hooted their last nightly call, And cicadas ended their rhythmic, high-pitched whine In obedience to the rising of the warm sun rays. The buzzing bees c......

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...A trunkful of recyclables patiently awaits, (and cries out long day's journey into night, no...not for Eugene O'Neill), but rather being distributed in their respective bins at Wegmans Under t......

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...Eighteen A number that holds so much meaning Any individual who meets terms with this number never feels content A singular tie to childhood is all that’s left A bearing weight of adulth......

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...Here, I pray, is a sonnet he may have written upon his passing on, ironically, his 52nd birthday, April 23rd 1616... The Bard Bequeaths 'Twas two and fifty years of mortal worth, This twenty t......

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...Pen in hand, Delicate stationery on the desk, Covered with roses— Pink, yellow, and white, Reserved for a special delivery. With a trembling hand, I pen: My Dearest, Dearest, Dear. Time......

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...Cooler breezes give us relief from the stifling heat, A signal autumn is coming, and summer is in full retreat. Leaves on the trees turn yellow, orange, red and brown, As the days grow shorter, ......

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...the inhibitions fade a slow, deliberate ritual some beautiful mostly terrifying the glass, a chalice cradles the forbidden each drop, a fiery kiss flowing when the world tilts diving into......

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