Downing Poems - Poems about Downing

10 DOWNING STREET Boris, is being shown the door! I envy you...

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In my dreams like many have dreams, I went to number 10 Drowning Street. in this pandemic, isolation to cheat, there is no other better place to meet, greet, drink and eat! In the back garden, I sat with Boris, chatting and laughing a guff! Donald sat drinking a can of beer, American, of course! all in good cheer, tears rolling down his eyes...

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It's nearly time for PMQs Said Boris, and I've blocked the bog With one of my enormous poos It's nearly time for PMQ's It's hard to verbally abuse The opposition when your log Is staring at you. PMQs Said Boris, and I've blocked the bog © Gail Foster 18th November 2020...

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Every night I close my eyes,  loneliness suffocates my soul. I rapidly escape through a portal of dreams, where we once met with a passionate embrace.  In your arms I felt alive,  but dreams fade away like stars afraid of dawn. Loneliness returns with its gloomy silence, yet again, I am absorbed in cloudy days. I remain alone, intoxicated in your thoughts,  But...

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10 DOWNING STREET Six years ago on 10 Downing Street, Tourists by the score we did meet, Fascinated by the pomp and splendor England’s Political leader, in his famous home, Safe from the crowds, having tea A discreet meeting at This Historical house, Trumpets, guards, I didn’t care About a sign that said “Beware, Horses may kick or bite”, I stroked his nose in spite, Of the...

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Standing in the heart of this city in awe of spectacular lights illuminating tall buildings. Millions of strangers rush to and fro. Who would've thought I would be here of all places. But here I am feeling misplaced in a place where no one knows your name. I fasten the winter coat tight to keep my heart wrapped warm, because this...

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When my fingers hurt the pain binds and forms at the base of my greatest fear I never knew fear Until it knocked on my door So fierce that What words were on the tip of my tongue Are drying up into dust in my mouth The taste that lingers a lifetime a sickness summoned for the saints...

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Clowning With Downing Again around all us poets were clowning; What a wonderful poet is Akkina Downing; Poems are all viable, And highly reliable; Were left laughing and not found frowning. Jim Horn...

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Akkina Rosario Downing Quotes What great comments she had made; To rest them that she said has laid; Opinions are our own Even if bare to the bone; Wrote more poems sitting in shade. Laugh a lot and in mouth don't let my foot get caught to avoid the rest of the onslaught hard fought. Jim Horn...

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I write to endure the waiting, My song is in my pen, When will this loneliness start abating? Will I ever play music again? It sounds so sad, and sad it is. This drowning in despair, Knowing my life could be more fruitful, Not in here, but out there....

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He gaze at the sky, asking for answers for all his why's Where have been the stars, only moon beckons afar? His face is hopeful but sad His heart full of love but empty And only his heart knows The bleed of longing, his aura shows. He draw deep breath, Hearing her say the love she have, Sound of it...

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you can always down my happiness, break me down to cry a river, but you'll never break my spirit...

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James Strong, Emotional, Talented, Caring Brother of Thomas Lover of Music, Art, and Soccer Who feels Love, Curiosity, and Paranoia Who fears Betrayal, Failure and Loss Who would like to see Wales, Brazil, and Austria Resident of Davis, California Downing...

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driving down downtown rain dots dancing drooling down daydreams dally ...

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