Detest Poems - Poems about Detest

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I must detest one, just the one, yes, battle within myself so that I can love the rest. I use words and phrases that hold my sense of conflict so that my strict faith may rest in my wish to love. Our grip on love may not exist; so let it not slip into the wasteland of my mind - a mind that holds so much...

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O Lord Jesus and also my heavenly Father When I mess up I do need to fess up When I speak a lie I need to apologize Heed My Cry Lord help me to the skies For my God detest lying lips But he Delights in those who tell the truth I have lied to my mother I have lied...

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Trump Does Detest and Hard to Digest There are many who Trump does detest, And he also does find them hard to digest; Never good; We withstood; He became paranoid and apparently a pest. Jim Horn...

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We don't need no stinking contest This is not a test... it's time you invest Just because someone says... that they are better than the rest Write your best... it's yours... it's your bequest So don't be stressed... it's none the lest Now that I've gotten that off my chest I hope it's something... you...

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I Detest pen that never bestows wings to spirit . Wings that never Step up towards mountain. Mountain that never Pours oil in moon's lamp. Moon that never hovering around forest. Forest that never surrounded by rustle wings. Detest all of that But I soothe in sigh of character, in a silo poem's. Written by © Fatima Nusairat...

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This Life I detest For Happiness only comes in moments now. We have done so many things... "But what is bad or good that thinking makes it so..." Maybe it is I who is changing color-- Still I so want to point the finger ...

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Wind rushes through my hair, over my face, my lips, I’m at the headiest of dizzying heights; it’s pure bliss. Scared? No! Maybe just a little... But it’s a good feeling... I look down there, I see little dots randomly moving. I am so high above, indomitable, untouchable and aloof... The sun is my sister, the sky is my...

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