Foy Poems - Poems about Foy

...In bold, your name, I will write at the back of my mind Painting your face in pink at its front. My heart has known to love No other but you; My soul craves No other but you; In the cold nig......

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...drive to enjoy gladly boy join the foy goodby......

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...TO BE LIKE CHIRST Am desperately obsessed Of Christ my saviour and Lord By him I want to be blessed The Christian vehicle I must board I must possess his true love His big heart I want to hav......

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..."If someone listens, or stretches out a hand, or whispers a word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a lonely person, extraordinary things begin to happen." ~Loretta Girzartis<......

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...For Carolyn purdy Hibbert Foy ( wilderspin) Carolyn, you gave me your heart, your home and your life. I gave you hurt, tho I wanted you as my wife. My life was random and yours was laid out, Pro......

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...Again that day we all enjoy, Looked at left it is a foy, Short ago we saw it set, Hand in hand the sea we met. In time spent we shared a lot Then in the world we did get caught, The void did ......

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...There is a place where the asphalt flowers grow into the glittering light of glory There is a place where black vultures lived with eyes of red and feathers are coarsely There is a place where drea......

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...Oh boy of the fifties born and bred, London's burning while Nero plays His strings of chord while Christians bled. Aah, memories of the good old days. Lions consumed the prisoner wretch, Encir......

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...My life can be likened to a woven tapestry The colourful, tangled threads of destiny The unfinished canvas that resonates all my fears My masterpiece, created by living through my years I have alwa......

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...Lightening flashes across the sky Rains pour down, nothing left dry Churning waters and waves being formed In my own head, my personal storm Raging constantly, violent as ever Turbulent winds, f......

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...Faith, Feast-given by one who is leaving Outpouring alligance Youth's name in celtic region of Europe Foy is a town in Belgium and England-The Belgium town has French, dutch and German people ......

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...Death and birth are equally common. Yet death did not seem a reality until I was at least twenty three. I lost Big Daddy first; His world was a simple farming life son of a sharecropper. Big and ......

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...For what its worth… I would like to thank my parents for keeping me stable With a roof over my head and food on the table For making a way for me to be able To be myself to be who I am and not ......

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