Finer Poems - Poems about Finer

when a flower designer nothing ever is finer eye has a shiner...

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It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most.. though list grows shorter with each passing day thoughts align in proper time as desires sway storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter, and chicken salad on toast. To be true others may find want of finer things....

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Once denied the finer things in life admitted to aesthete's circles Be the concert snare drum and fife the curtain perceived ~ royal purple...

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Come, let us together consider the finer things Like mystical pyramids and fringed silk scarves Stones that bring comfort to the aching bone Intricate ebony statues the lonely man carves, A secluded stroll through a shaded pine grove The glimmer of a blue diamond in natural light, Warm feelings borne of proud accomplishment A billion stars shining in far galaxies in the...

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The finer things in life are not diamonds and pearls But desire a good reputation and the principled life. Think about it, my friend, not all of those glitzy girls Are ultimately as desirable as a faithful, loving wife. But desire a good reputation and the principled life, Cherishing virtue well-obtained is quite satisfying, Are ultimately as desirable as a faithful,...

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White skin wins in White Territory With its ever celebrated White History; The West wielding its Western Mandamus, Not bothered that I’m no ignoramus. White skin flourishes in the White World, Where it sits like a Final Word: Judges with their Stylish Neutrality Their whistle blasting a Fair Partiality. White Skin remains epidermal Snow, Scarcely telling skin rashes “No” Freely awarding each publicity and for this...

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Feeling influences conception, conception influences action... Action influences life... So that we must always cultivate best feelings, For well living!...

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My Finer Days Always I have traveled far, shore to shore, from Hawaii to that of Maine, Florida's fun, to northwest rain, some of my finer days of yore. My choice of work hailed me further, a people person came to be, The White House to queens, all met me, rock and film stars, days of finer. Be certain that downs and ups dwell, with...

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Fastidious gildings must dot your mien: Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm, And a neck sleekest with angelic luster To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm. Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove: A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal, A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove. A full stock of sly eccentricities to...

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Comparisons are unerring things at worst; Every common ore yielded for shinier gold, And tepid junkets given up in apt forfeiture For tolerably pricier carats unsullied stored. Far less treasured lots perpetually stand In shrouded paths to more pleasing deal, And more often than not emit lures bland To fade jollities owners of finer gems feel. Prudent choosers...

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There was a time I saw my mother's hands and noticed quite a difference between hers and mine hers were fine soft and smooth with lovely nails, refined While mine- so rough and dried no lotion could soothe or hide the blisters and the callouses while hers were fit for palaces mine were like a scullery maid's accustomed to hard work I often thought looking at her that we must...

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Champagne kisses and caviar dreams these are a few of my favorite things butler to pick up my phone when it rings parakeets to sing to me service at the snap of my fingers the finer things in life are often exotic splendors far off the smell of old bones rust in rains of gold take off...

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Life is good but can subject one to a rape the most agile can become the next dying Ape. Poverty exhibits its victims in awful display who work so hard but to achieve a trophy made of clay. In desperate search, still far is this opened door never giving up, even if it means crawling on its piercing floor. Suffering a...

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If I were the fairest and finest of all the finer Could about myself come up with a crazy one liner? James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet...

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We wake up every day with the realization that we're waiting to die Life is short, depression is long I guess that's what makes us writers and poets, to escape the fear others have of the our time we have We as writers and poets and people of prose see the beauty in tragedy, we have seen...

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