Fame Poems - Poems about Fame

I’m as pragmatic as a lemming The most important day I missed Stayed in my hole cause it was raining Didn’t want my destiny to meet And probably she thought the same Had mixed me for another one Who craved to get his lemming fame Like other lemmings also ran Towards the beauties of blue sea Each tried to keep up with a...

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"Everyone's Searching" (Willie Nelson Style; 4/4 Rhythm) Verse 1 (G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold (G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old (G) Some want only to (C) make love (G) Others want a love to (D) hold (G) Some want to (C) save their eternal (G) soul Verse 2 (G) Some seek for pleasure, (C)...

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A museum filled with Bobbleheads Is not your average art, Although that precisely is the thing That makes it stand apart. What started with a giveaway To baseball fans has grown To a huge collection, in the thousands, That two friends now own. Their gallery is organized By categories, so You can view your favorites from the teams Of now or long ago. Aside from every sport,...

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Sluggin’ Sammy Sosa socked 609 home-run rockets Mark McGwire built paranormal ‘popeye arms’ Bodacious Barry Bonds broke beloved Babe Ruth’s records ‘Stars on steroids,’ they did baseball considerable harm ...

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I could be famous. Through laughter, then evil laughter. Maybe sleep. I could be famous if I used all my power. Or I could be desperate. In thinking things. Somehow, secretly. Everyone became more famous than me. No one talks about it. Becoming more and more… Reclusive. Writing things down. I use my powers, but they can...

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My heart pleads, and I know not how to proceed, You shine just like phosphorus in outer space~ As Venus’ nebula that draws eyes with speed, A celestial reign of elegance and grace. In my mind, your love has always come with fame; Your stars still brighten, needing no lunar peek. With a lilt not lost in hubbub’s show of shame, A...

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my god is fame i shall not rest ‘til the world regards me as the very best not content ...

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So many people try for the good life Along protecting that little bit of light Trying feels just like twisting your own knife Although you know you cannot help but try You keep going and hope for a miracle And all you have left is to just try Speaking your efforts would be lyrical Don't doubt yourself or make your life a...

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WE ARE ONE We march towards beckoning stars tears, sweat, scars across bars heralding heroes gone not forgotten paving ways with courageous bones we are One Love sown Fortune, fame, pearls are not ingredients in stewed freedom pots Truth beckons a timbre away chortling cherub cheer holding sway cession chains fall heavy everyday Open dark windows of shame tigers tranquil...

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The soups and breads were fixed know seemed to have interest In that. One commented that the Chickens used in the soup were as big as geese, naming one kingKong. Garlic and margine was used with Garden herbs to create the croutons. He would be a one man ed gang to complete all the tasks still needed to be done...

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Momma said, "Don't chortle! It's rude. But I won the game! My small fame. Can't I just enjoy the win? ...

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one star is unlike any other star a cosmic snowflake by any other name the universe playing the maestro from afar assigns numeric labels - their claim to fame a glowing ball of unprecedented energy each star in motion on an unparalled journey AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 30, 2025 ...

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I am throwing light on the girl called Mercedes Jelinek, on whose name a wonderful car brand is named after. So there are many such girls and boys whose names still remain un-written in the books of history. Let me write a poem on the beautiful Mercedes. O queen of new prosperity, The princess of human-utility, Thou art...

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In a realm once pure, where stories were shared, A new world arrived, yet no one was prepared. Young hands that once worked with skill and grace Now swipe on screens, lost in the race. They dream of fame and riches untold, But in return, their secrets are sold. A click, a share, and trust is gone- Privacy is lost as the...

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How do these women cut with their bare hands- their surrounding net? Well, I refer to- Jane, Margaret, Aphra, Virginia and Charlotte, Who are well known even without their surnames, And who were well-versed in the field of Literature; to play all kind of games! The female embodiment of grace, In the field of writing in which they all were...

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