Dedication Poems | Examples of Dedication Poetry

Two sisters born afar from my terrain one rising near Taj Mahal ‘s glorious dome , another hopping on lanes of maple trees; still, poetry traces their heartfelt rays enduring continental divide like silken wishes on angel cheeks plying on a relay of starlit skies... One a sweetened Jasmine utterly devoid of night's umbra, ohh the other, a peppered Cinder sizzling with the sun's...

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the possession of a vessel aen a cradle call a steady fall a empty cost and all's lost a candle care a random share a fullness last and all's cast a constant claim a longing name a least of more and all's before a costly care a vessel rare an emptied full and all's pull a cradle claim a...

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It's quite a bright dusk today I would choose Neapolitan yellow for the sky Although I haven't touched colours for years After all, images and paintings are quite enough So why create more without urgent necessity? The thick foliage of the trees around the balcony Stands still as if painted on a canvas It’s a heatwave now, I'm sitting in my...

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She is not made of atoms, but aftermaths the kind that linger in a room long after the lights remember to flicker back on. Her spine? An origami of fallen yesterdays, creased by collapse, but folded forward into flight. They call it resilience, but she knows better it’s architecture, a cathedral of nerve built from "this will not break me," hummed on repeat until it didn’t. She speaks fluent...

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~that she saw her mother as a child lying strewn on the kitchen floor black and blue~ ~that the taste does not matter only that it should be sufficient~                  that what you don't know won’t hurt you   ~that she’d let those who don’t know her home feel the fight stuffed in her school blouse~ ~that she has...

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Born from the sun's ancient kiss, A gift wrapped in golden brown bliss, I carry the stories of ancestors proud, Their strength echoing clear and loud. Melanin flowing through my veins, Like rivers of cocoa after the rains, Each shade a testament to divine design, From ebony deep to honey wine. They tried to dim this sacred light, But stars were born to shine...

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RIGHT BEFORE THE DAWN- Right before the Dawn We arrived awaken In consciousness Something from our slumber Just before the dawn We would walk hand in hand Arm to arm praising in God, Hallelujah Right before the dawn We would arise up Reach up beyond, the stars The stars Right before the dawn We would arise up Reach up beyond the stars, the stars 6/30/25 Written words & music by James Edward...

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Written: July 6th, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker ***************** Line of inquiry: fact or fiction? what does it mean in actuality, to be touched by spirit? Syncing retains aurous, aglow affection, Restore it, and be sure it fosters motivation. Mountain...

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Lyrics By Eileen Manassian Music provided by JT Curtis I write of love, the kind that never dies That gleams with beauty in a lover's eyes I write of love, the kind that conquers death That while it lives, it perfumes every breath I write of love that grants its loved one peace That opens passion's gate in sweet release I write of...

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#You You said I was childish, never serious , took things simple but what you left out was why I carried myself as such. Truth be told, thats what I resorted to after my aftermath of my being serious, being honest, giving my all Maybe I have suffered so much pain that I chose not be...

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verse 1.Surely I come Before you I 'm perfected, in you I rise The faith Thus quest heavenly sent Holy bless, heavenly bliss Ever thankful I stand not quiet I lift up my voice In the darkness and the light I shall sing as I shout I cry out for you I cry out to you cry out to Father further I sing... I cry out to you Hallelujah Hallelujah...

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A bond like ours is like a bud, Innocent with no identity to mud or blood. A bud is small and delicate, It describes our bond as I dedicate. A flower bud is fragile and vulnerable, Giving our bond a name is unreliable. A bud has full potential for growth, So is our bond and must be nurtured by both. Let's not rush...

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The seeker Seeks of the ultimate truth For the unknown to be known The unseen, seen The unspoken, heard Solitude The exploration comes from within. The traveler A traveler, not the ordinary one But of a different kind Travels through the space & time Through the dimensions unknown On a journey without an end A journey that’s just begun...

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Thank you, and all of your angels above Thank you, for all your love Thank you, for helping me Guiding me, providing me Thank you, for giving me strength Thank you, for the water I drank Thank you, for the food I eat Thank you, for my two feet...

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Revolving around evolving, Solving complex projects, As I project my best aspect, Into a visual effect, Directing my reality, To reflect what I wish to see, And it involves me trusting me....

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