Escort Poems - Poems about Escort

Please don't cry baby I know you're frighten I know you're hungry I know you're painful I know you want something I know you're asking for help I know you want to follow I know you want my company or escort Oh, please don't cry baby You'll have a lot of chances to cry When you grow up When you're sad you cry When...

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I’m the fallenstar and I’ve come really far. Not a typical escort it seems, I’m just the girl in your dreams. I am a genuinely down to earth, easy-going, tease. Intimate lover, no hassle I will put you at ease. A raunchy afternoon makes me bite my lip. Shut up, take me against the wall quickies make me...

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O, Lord of grace, You hold us in Your arms holy, and when the time comes for us to finally depart, show us the light to traverse to eternity safely. O, Lord of hope, from the tormented heart flow out these humble words, for I bear the agony of life from the strength You impart. O, Lord of faith,...

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Flashes of light Seems to catch my gaze Lost in delight I begin to sway Sun shines brightly, Walking on a frosted road Don't say I might be alone The sky will escort me home A great vision I had Little I know life will be hard So hard that it made me bald For a century my voice could not be heard White...

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ESCORT TO HEAVEN The angels all had gathered for it was time again To escort into heaven another godly man. They stood there at attention as they had done before To welcome yet another to this bright golden shore. Two angels marched between them, one named Death led the way With his black robe and sickle ready to take his prey. The...

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Most of us taught to ignore the things We're born to be then go & cave in to conformity Because no one can win against war machines It all blows in the wind like a hoard of leaves While those at the top that hold the keys That won't release the Golden gese We sit here distraught or close to...

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Escort Us To a Tortoise While I was riding around on a tortoise, Had suffered from case of rigor mortis; Thought was best; Was hard to digest; We named first child Unum E. Pluribus. Jim Horn PS. Dug own grave with hands being shortest....

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J-ust let the twilight pass; H-aze and mist fade away; U-nderneath the blue sky, N-ew dawn meets the day. M-orn nineteenth February I-s setting Sunday aright; L-et the sunlight rise, A-fter the long cold night. N-ow that your daughter has finished primary education; O-pen your arms to be an escort in graduation....

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The Foxy Escort With Her Date He drank his wine, savoring it just fine. His spirits a lift now he opened his gift Out jumped a foxy dame ready for his game Are you ready for bondage my little young hostage Ties and whips Hot wax and clips Her young face turned red not knowing what was ahead Escort service said it was dinner, not be a hoar...

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Escort Trump Out Horn Limerick Off of earth Trump should be escorted Diligent workers he had them deported Left everyone behind greatly and neatly After kissing loving mother so sweetly Who actually Donald had him aborted. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx...

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Patriot Guard funeral Escort Loch David Crane August, 2008 Today is sunny: with three dozen bikes, some decorated cars, a pair of trikes, two dozen Marines: all of the family and toddlers to set their Daddy free into the Great Beyond beyond the sky where loved ones send their veterans who die. Below our feet the stones give way to grass where they are...

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Days are long and nights are short. To last through time I will need an escort. But yesterday I heard the news my escort is gone, to heaven he flew. I saw the feathers from his wings fell in the lonely nights did time love to dwell. Even so, I still need him nevertheless though I know he's there, giving me...

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The dark escort by a bloodied wound is called Fire whipped islands, to salted bays. Persons meek and willow Tuft grass, oils, cherry wood frames. Coin palmed nigh, Mouth sewn and foot of the shadow, stalking Aside the champagne roadside. Various birds, minnows, bear cub hunters. Smoking chimney stack, swirling symbol: Revival, continuance, gluttonous soups. The fairy tales of our collective youth Sounds that clamber Venomous troops...

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why did this have to be me (my life) a perfect mother by day but an escort by night i live in the biggest home have the best cars and i wear the prettiest clothes.... but only because my mother (is a hoe) different men.... more then one in a night she says she doesnt have sex (with all of them) but sex is not why i cry sex...

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