Fane Poems - Poems about Fane

...Some people say life’s a bummer Some people say it’s like summer And within the joyous smiles for a new born Lie the tortured tears of grieving scorn. Some people say life is to learn Some peo......

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...*Image of Many Meanings by KWC. Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1 (HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs) He'll heal his heel. They sow so they sew......

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...And i fall to my knees, and pray for deliverance from pain, but my prayers just fade into silence. And i am left forever bitter, wondering if i was ever even sincere. So forgive me Lor......

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...In a lonely garden there' s a shrine where upon a rough hewn stone is writ: “GOD IS LOVE.” The devoted supplicants make wail, water the flowers, feed with crumbs the sacramental dove. A pri......

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...Standing up on this polished stone as A bard once upon a time In the utopian monarchy of my lonely thought Sharping up the plight for its prime. As an apostate of vice On the face of the last di......

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...I beheld a garden of flowers That graces an awesome hill; Thrilled that same hour By the garden goddess of the hill. She handles with poise, And fights like a warrior; With the melody of her......

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...ke sereti sa ngwana mobu, Itsibulo la murufe'a phogole ke mmina nonyana nna ke ila tlhantlhagane Gesu re bina ka tlhwatlhwadi tse pedi re a tshagela ke gabo mebala ye mesehlana ya maribariba. R......

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...Half solid half softened whence the moon sheds saturninity down to a boudoir maudlinly marooned. Half directly half deviously whether the night wind sneaks to snoop about the notes therefrom crooned......

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...In a lonely garden is a shrine where upon a rough hewn stone is writ: “GOD IS LOVE.” The devoted supplicants make wail, water the flowers, feed with crumbs the sacramental dove. A priest, d......

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...I have slept in beds of roses, And walked o’er fields of thyme. I am called the wanderer Of every mount and clime. My back is marked by lashes. I know the Roman’s scorn. When I stood at the t......

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...Near Lake Fane the sheep graze in thy green meadow. At ease, ewes are seen nibbling field blades most fine, where fierce lion's shape may cast no grave shadow or shows dire snake hole. For ye mak......

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...How thou art never flee to thy subconscious mind From what I know I plea to thee and to all around Thou suffering an raise thou pure heart and lace Heavens only can tell' can see what thy behol......

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...how soft is thy land to buy in hand with one but yet common armor fought against with yee farmer breathing for glory amongst enemy a feeling of as if i belong to thy land a lang thou art nev......

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...Whoever might with just free words beside Speak of the blood and in full too of sores Which I saw now, with a narration wide? Any speech will sure fail to open doors To our sermon and for the m......

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...Before the storm everything appeared to be lucent But, then the rain fell upon my window All the things I knew, now blurred Light that once guided me is now a maze Senses I once trusted have betr......

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