Dignified Poems - Poems about Dignified

God made Sunday a holy day of rest, to kids it's playing baseball all noon in the nearest field, unless it's very hot; some don't care about going to church, honor the Lord and carry the torch: faith isn't strong: God's house is in ruin! Twitter & Tic Toc have swayed their attention, spiritual things mean little, they love having...

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In twilight's embrace, I seek solace, A river, a stream, my final dance, To die with dignity, my heart lay's at rest, In gentle grace, I find my peace, A legacy woven in words noble art, Farewell, I depart, with love, and respect. I go to that place, before I was born....

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It would seem much of the time that while so many so called self respecting, educated, so called independently minded women don't truly respect much or anything , often especially men, the so called women who are said to have no self respect truly respect everything to be truly respected, especially life and self interest...

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N-ame I-s K-nown K-eeping I-ts D-ignified E-steem J-ust E-xpressing S-uccess U-nderneath S-kyway Topic: Birthday of Nikki De Jesus (June 28) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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The Dignified Doorman In the thirties when fish factories in my town closed, the sardines didn’t swim near shore, they swam further into deep the ocean. Perhaps collective memory told them not to go near the coastline. Like the war, it was forgotten when old sardines died out and the new generation swam too close to shore...

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To write a play of dignified style, does challenge the poetic mind. Do tell me all your life stories, and may they be not so boring, that they choke our viewers with their own drool....

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I was immersed in an impervious imagination of these frail flowers feigning a feel of freedom I watched their wings whirling in whoredom Impious, they are implanted with impinged impetus A dignified dust, decorated and dubbed a domineer Yet they decided to be detritus on a detour, detrained. Thronged by thick thorny thoughts, theme and thrust On a throne of thistles, ever...

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She know that its all good and her sexy is fine. Can trap a man at the drop of a hat so very real. Straight out to kill automatic love surrender. By Kenneth D. Bolden...

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how should one lake to swim across rooftops of emptiness you see the innocence God marked as suspicious by another future board in the shadow of a palace orphan now my palace green roots in the manufacture of summary free banks of a poem the dangerous Routes of by the drought of a gray apple...

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time after time, the sky and the sea fill me, flood me with strange, dignified humility, ...

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