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Europa Poems - Poems about Europa


Premium Member The Garden of Europa
A flower so unique there was only one Phoenicia a land of mystic her beauty in bloom a deception her strength was the stem not pretty soft petals her love for humanity touched the disenfranchised her heart belonged to the poor she was to be a gift to a land that of sadness failed to see crusades never win her true beauty a diamond hidden within ...

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Categories: europa, emotions, humanity, inspiration, journey,
Form: Free verse
War In Europa
War in Europa Never have I seen so many well-dressed refugees fleeing a country where few bombs fall on people. Never have I seen a media totally unbiased stirring up a war that has yet to produce victims. This winter, the hungry and the cold were stopped at the border of Poland stopped by water cannons and dogs. The refugees came from...

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Categories: europa, abuse, addiction, baptism, best
Form: Sonnet



Goodbye Europa
Goodbye Europe Driving along I saw at a distance what looked like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow, and I thought without Africa, Europe would have been a more miserable place. We stole their people from working in fields and factories we took their minerals and gold and left them destitute. Now they are coming here,...

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Categories: europa, angst, art, august,
Form: Blank verse
Goodbye Europa
Goodbye Europe Driving along I saw at a distance what looked like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow, and I thought without Africa, Europe would have been a more miserable place. We stole their people from working in fields and factories we took their minerals and gold and left them destitute. Now they are coming here,...

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Categories: europa, angst, art, august,
Form: Blank verse
On Europa, and Ripe Peaches
What a burning, broken universe— incalculable, devastating, things we can't imagine. We attach names familiar to us Titan, Europa, Calypso but they are still mighty and immeasurable, terrifying— but don't think of all that. It's too big. It's too sad. Think of this: It's sublime and impossible that we even...

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Categories: europa, love, philosophy, universe,
Form: Free verse




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