Eleanor Poems - Poems about Eleanor

Today’s blessing is inspired by Eleanor H. Porter A novelist I find enlightening and wise And every now and then I like to stop and wish we all would see the world through Mrs. Porter’s eyes. It’s not that when we seek out the good in the world to all the bad we are blind… It’s just…when we’re hunting for the...

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Previous nights were mellow and true – Love had been tender, Nights had never been blue – Gentle as the dance, we swung I hold Eleanor Knightley in my loving arms. Crystals, amethyst and pearls she wore, Around her neck diamonds were Gold as her crown radiated with luminescence, Extravagant as Egyptian Silk embraced her figure Carelessly our bodies rhythmically swayed along. “May I have...

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She masquerades by candle light hope unparaded triumphs Lady Eleanor will you dream tonight waiting for the stone gargoyles by the wayside by someones achilles heel you are the slayer akin to something sinister you walk to the tower where you can see enlarge your designs by the misty morning ...

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Her Mam did for the rich Wool toffs, days chocka block with chores. Her fella was a plazzy gent— A few jars opened doors. A proper jarg johnny he used; he thought hi’self real cool. In the shade of the Whalley Abbey, the banks of Otterspool. ...

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Eleanor Elegant grace, with eyes so bright, Endless love, a guiding light. Adorned with warmth, her spirit gleams, Nurturing heart, like flowing streams. Open arms embrace, a comforting touch, Radiating kindness, she cares so much. Ever present, she lends an ear, Always patient, she's always near. Loving words like a gentle breeze, Overflowing with joy, she puts my heart at ease. Her radiant smile lights up...

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In time, in time, always in time The prophets always say There is no time in heaven It just gets in the way Perhaps the madness of my life Has seeped inside my mind Perhaps the sadness of my heart Has reaped the poorest kind For chains and locks are what they gave To middin folk as me And others hang from castle wall Or from...

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The Holocaust was a reminder to us… besides being a most horrific crime… that dark forces of evil and intolerance have been flowing since the dawn of time. If you want a sampling of how cruel and inhuman we, who call ourselves human, can be… I’ll be frank…watch Ken Burns’s ‘The U. S. and the Holocaust’ and read Anne’s...

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Eleanor instinctively knows the language of the great mathematicians The other women consider her peculiar She does no needlework Pines after no man Her daddy trains her to follow his profession. She becomes a highly-trained, impressive engineer Born in the wrong century to be employed, she starts her own company...

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Many feel that FDR was a lion of a man 'Our Eleanor' schooled America ~ a First Lady can!...

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Eleanor scooped up her kitten, in the pumpkin patch. She was happy to do it. His name was Black Snatch. She had snatched him from the beak of Owl Boy long ago. He was mewing in distress, an animal in crazy woe. Owl Boy was angry, so Eleanor threw him some meat. She had already cooked it, but it was...

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I love you ever so I enjoy you ever more Love ever so loved effortlessly easy extreme enchanting Elegant enchantress enter enchantress enjoyable elegants Electric ever so I love you, Eleanor 5/5/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020...

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Eleanor looked down at St. Peter’s and smiled. “More visitors today,” she reported. Her angel mentor smiled. A scullery maid in life, Dead at the age of forty-four, Eleanor had never suspected she would become famous Best day of my spirit life When those two boys met At my gravestone, she said. John came over and said, “Best pals ever,” sending Paul vast...

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Eleanor. Who was she? A spinster. Quiet, aloof, alone. Well-known yet stealing away to the recesses of her singularity. An old maid. One who navigates through the motions of life. Solace or sorrow who would know? Sung to the world yet unknown....

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Who is or was Eleanor Rigby ? Jerry T Curtis Poetry Contest 27 August 2019 Eleanor Rigby Lost her 1st Born Son and Husband To World War 2 She then dedicated her life to the Church Overcome by grief and loss She became a Nun To seek solace and relief She searched for her answers in God And placed her faith in religion Lives in a dream Masking...

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(Hopefully you could sing this to tune of original song) What of the unloved friendless children? What of the unloved friendless children? Eleanor Rigby searches the audience hoping her parents have come. She’s in a play, and when it’s over, she hears applause, but she knows that her parents aren’t there. Why don’t they care? Friendless unloved children, there always are a few. Friendless unloved...

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