Concede Poems - Poems about Concede

Stairs I shall construct, my Lord, Made from good thoughts, words, and deeds As to be ready to climb onto heaven When my soul, I am asked to Thee, to concede! © Demetrios Trifiatis 19 April 2022...

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Donald Trump really needs to concede A new president is what we all need He's stubborn as a mule But can't win, voters rule Step down sir, our Country needs to succeed 11/21/2020 Contest: Out On a Lim Sponsor: Joseph May...

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Our current president was not heaven sent. He lost the election and is still hell bent. He's causing more divisiveness, more confusion, building a case on pure delusion. Trump's always been un-presidential, unfit to lead but now he won't transfer power and graciously concede. He could careless for the suffering, the sick, smack in the...

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The bottle, empty lays dying in her hand Half empty, half full who cares its in demand On the face of it her friends seem to care But turn her back and she better beware Cider, spirits being exchanged as if gold Rollies, cigarettes ready to be sold The next fix is sat on the corner down the way But with no...

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"Everything happens for a reason": Grumbling for every single thing brings goosebumps in your organ. Sip the essence of life as it sings. Please quietly ignore your emotion. Ease the burdens by pouring it before god and seek his blessings. 20-4-20 ~DEEPA~ Note:The Harrisham Rhyme was created by Harrisham Minhas, from Punjab, India.It is a six line rhyming poem with the rhyme scheme: ababab In this...

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I have seen giving in, giving up, but I have never held that cup. I cannot embrace compliant or be an acceptance client. Some do tolerate travesty’s place, but I cannot abide its sour trace. I will not forsake heartfelt ideal so I disregard acquiesces’ appeal. What others may allow or abide, I refuse to absorb in good stride. Genuine truth, I will not surrender. I...

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Somewhere I lost my way Giving my darkness rule I have no grasp of myself A complete lack of control My mouth has dried out After a crude showing Unleashing verbal assaults I can no longer sleep For my eyes are glued open The thoughts terrorize me Never a moments peace Hope, an empty notion My bones diseased with fear I see no redemption Lyn Church...

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Come inside weary nomad Concede your effects there Demands that of once greatness My frail frame shifts in command Subtly do I settle my tome Within his allotted collection Barren mind remains Erased is all knowledge Press further to truth Come inside exhausted warrior Concede your arms there Demands that of once innocence My frail hands move in command Reluctantly do I discard my weapons Within his cluttered...

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Come inside weary nomad Concede your effects there Demands that of once greatness My frail frame shifts in command Subtly do I settle my tome Within his allotted collection Barren mind remains Erased is all knowledge Press further to truth Come inside exhausted warrior Concede your arms there Demands that of once innocence My frail hands move in command Reluctantly do I discard my weapons Within his...

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Sailing along watching waves slightly grow each has there own adventure to tow. Looking ahead forgetting the past. Though lagging are the impressions people made last. Easier to look on and embrace what’s in store, than to want for something that is no more. Letting go is hard to do when there is no valid reason...

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I look down at my life incomplete Sighing deep within I concede Satire of a life so rudely condescending...

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