Eleventh Poems - Poems about Eleventh

School grinds on. It seems like hell. Last day, then summer, and we're free. An angel sings, rings the school bell. We race down the street with glee - so, begins three months of fun. Let's play baseball. Let's climb a tree. Riding bicycles in the sun, Will this season end? No - never - dreaming...

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Shall our neighbor to the Great White North become our fifty-first state? To be proudly crowned their eleventh province might prove a better fate Fresh air, clear lakes and grand vistas not to be beat Maro-O-largo/Maple Leaf Hotel would make such a grand winter retreat Call me a Tory turncoat if you must and I'll heartily agree Oh Canada, my...

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I made lots of plans and vision boards And lots of New Year Resolutions On how I'd swim in bullion wads By the Christmastime celebrations I'd promise myself a new PC And new clothes and shoes and new outlooks That I'd stop anime, Marvel and DC And focus more on all my books I said I was gonna be a programmer (Well I made...

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~ IN MEMORIAM ~ ...

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The Eleventh Day of September I had cherished the dream of walking up and down the endless lanes and avenues Of a city celebrated for its illustrious and peaceful intensity and universal fame. The images still vivid in the memories of my young mind trying to escape the blues Of a dreary life and seeking adventure in a distant...

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Karma lapped me for the eight time [possibly nine] slapped me on the shady side of life... left jagged streaks of black and blue up and down the flanks of my false pride. I though I was playing in a sandbox but in fact it was the heart of God... time has turned into ticking scars-...

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High up in the loving crook of two adjoined cottonwood trees I spent my eleventh summer reading seven library books a day. A sandwich, glass of cold lemonade, these books and I would climb up into that treehouse in the morning. As I read, I would study ants and other minute creatures. Mrs. Rutherford’s voice would float up. I could hear...

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Every year on one day in September, we bear a duty to recall. We were afraid merely to watch that day, let alone to live through the despair. From around the corner and worlds away, we heard that fear and love go on the air. They fought evil with what could be found, in their hands and their collective soul. They fought terror...

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Sky dimly lit by crescent moon That itself clothed mostly in shadow Yields little light On those battlefields which One hundred years ago Run red with bloody rivers. War is not deserving of poetry But the lives of young heroes are, Death ought not have it’s praises sung But the courageous acts Of fearful boys should be told In tomes with guilded edges. Today at the...

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one thousand at the eleventh hour They come from afar through seasons bitten by frost across a mountain's pass deep in snow shout they all, " holy holy save us god" "wash our sins away, free us from the damned”. they dip into our well for healing catch each trembling drop upon crying supplicant lip, "holy, holy save me,” "the end is nigh,” "we hear...

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R-ising sun starts to shine, O-bliterating the cold night; X-factor is the brightness, A-llowing you to be in sight. N-ew dawn begins to break, eliminating the twilight; E-arly light brings gladness, setting everything aright. M-orn has just broken, O-ffering a thousand thrill; R-aindrops have turned I-nto warm day that you feel. L-et the flame fill your heart, L-et the...

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eleven thoughts on the eleventh day. January white crunch blankets bare bones clack as wolfwinds wander. sun absentee landlord mummified in clouds sheds white lint. snow angels line our street wearing little children feet. now begins time stilled days stretching into distant Spring. sound cuts the air shattering ice filled thought children, exotic birds flit down our road colour darting over a blank page bird song welcome life on muffled windless days 2a.m.revelers weekend nomads roar through my hibernation sleepus interruptus damn. nature...

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D-awn eleventh of April E-ndorses a million mirth; M-orning sunlight warms Y-our great day of birth. N-ew dawn eleventh of April O-pens the wide skyway; V-ile weather has vanished I-nto the dark or gray. C-herish the Tuesday beacon, I-t brings a thousand thrill; O-pen your eyes and see the dawn eleventh of April....

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S-eptember eleventh day H-as made you feel better; E-rasing the things of the past, R-apture replaces the bummer. Y-es, September eleventh day has brought a thousand thrill; L-aughter of the big event removes the night cold chill. M-ake September eleventh day E-liminate the dark shadow; N-ew morn starts to break, D-awn denies the sorrow. E-arly light causes much joy, as...

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I-n September eleventh morn, A-nother day warms the moment; N-ight cold chill is gone, N-ew dawn delights the E-vent. K-ind weather will remain I-n order to please you; Z-estful season will stay U-nder your beaming view. N-ice clime comes shining to bathe you with light; A-fter the rain stops falling, the sun gleams so bright. B-irthday's big celebration E-ndorses complete cheer; L-oneliness...

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