Edward Poems - Poems about Edward

Dear PoetrySoup friends, I haven’t been around much lately, but when something touches one of our own, it hits deep. A few hours ago, Ed Ebbs ’s wife shared the sad news of his passing. My heart is heavy. Ed wasn’t just a talented poet, but a devoted family man, a gentleman, and a kind soul,...

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George Edward Foreman was a man who had a plan he was a great boxer who gave us thrills and Big George managed to sell thousands of grills ...

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easy-going eccentric electric Eddie Edward eagerly evolved, earnestly earning earthy eclectic elixirs, executing exaggerated embellishments, emotionalizing enchanting encyclopedic endorsements, epitomizing enlightened entanglements, enticing envious emotions....

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A red streak running till the kitties left alone An Edward Unfurled with the intent of being taken A hole stitched with embroidery is an inevitable breakthrough Patchwork belonging...

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Edward is a mad house And a monster of a lover. The past is a grotesque animal But you are not Blue, gray or any other shade. In the depth of the blossoming Shadows, the lover of wild things The cry against obscurity. He is the name on my breath After too many vodka shots After the red sunset has died And my...

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I Dave looks at his email. There he sees An invitation from Clark. It looks like today, we’ll all have a game, And, hopefully, this week won’t be the same, And to victory he’ll embark. What a wonderful day it will be As Dave’s the winner for all to see, And Jerry will play a little faster, And Gilbert’s...

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"Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house. There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house. Though I may influence genius, the only real influence I've ever had was myself. No amount of skilful...

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You can walk right into this image. Stand there near the typewriter if you like. Edward Hopper has allowed plenty of room. Although he has filled the space very well, As it is a small office, and her desk is also there. It suits the feeling of closeness without being cramped. A secretary, back in the day was...

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I see myself as myself My truest self Isn’t physical Yet, energies, calls I am A child of a living King I’m a child of a Holy God I am His Beloved one My name predestined I am James Edward Lee Sr. My name predestined I am first a burst of energies choice Spoken into existence By Father Elohim Of an outcome A coursed event determined In advance by...

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J oyful A dmirable M otivated E ncouraging S upportive E ncouraging D edicated W ise A dmirable R esilient D edicated L ovable E ncouraging E ncouraging S upportive R esilient ~ guess I am twice a admirable doubled four times encouraging double the resilient as well as twice supportive everything esle, guess just once 10/17/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2023...

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Yes I come from distant places Once I was small but never again will I kneel Understand that I am the storm Are you scared of me? Remember who you used to be, standing tall, but now look at you Eating from my hands and trembling before me My eyes are dark pools that see into your soul as you cower...

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I hear her When, in stillness – peace, She surrounds me with her promises, Light, mist on the morning, hope Lifting away all the doubt, the darkness With a feeling, a soul stirring scream I hear her Beating, in rhythm – harmonizing, She echoes in reflections of sweet joy, Soft, erasing all the night’s stardust dreams, Inspiring me to give my best, my heart To...

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Cat said it's purrfect Owl said it's a hoot And so ... The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea!...

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There was that bloke: That war poet? Rupert Brooke He apparently said; and I quote I suddenly realised that The Ambition of my life has Been - since I was two - to go on a military expedition Against the Turks That's a bit much, isn't it? Like a cup of Oniony tea I will beat Thomas And if you got into...

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an automat whose orbs of light reflect and touch the void of night a refuge from the twenties’ roar trapped in her thoughts without a door a table, cup and gloveless hand alone together in her land a bowl of fruit that sits behind: the 'still life' and her state of mind....

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