Gallant Poems - Poems about Gallant

Flying over the front lines with the French Escadrille Lafayette a brown and barren belt below a strip of murdered nature and yet during the warm months of spring and summer seeds in the shattered ground would grow delicate vibrant crimson flowers in row after row after row and in those poppy fields that's how we remember them all the fallen soldiers those unforgotten gallant men tho'...

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I remembered you looking at the nose ring --- of my dear darling...

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non-stop rat-a-tats moving targets drop like flies ~ blood-soaked western front a fierce, friendly fire soldier retrieves dead comrade ~ own life hangs by thread...

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The ones as pure as steel Will never accidentally keel...

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She stands gallant For us: the staged pens Of growing knowledge For the posted battle field By honor to get hired She stands gallant In lonely and scary dens Tightly by duties pledge For our efforts to yield And live likewise if inspired She stands gallant For every little, callow mind And the runaway lyrics Singing silently of possibility To be boldly listen to cum history She...

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THE ONE WITH HER Dropping down into an abyss Waiting for the soulful caress Reciting loudly the mugged up prayers Falling down to deeper trenches Deeper sores on the soul Waiting for that arm to cry on But she didn't seem near. The daybreak was wondrously clear Not a respite meagre Inhabiting with my solitude, the realm of the day Growing wider Maybe the end was...

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Midnight moonbows whet the lake; Halo whirlpools swirl and swirl. A little boy’s paper boats Spur on his dreams, near and far. ...

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I ride like fire from darkest dawn, Above the spire of mountains high, And though the light is pale and wan, I sear the heavens where earth meets sky. As miles behind me fall away, I drive my gallant steed to fly. So on I ride to meet the day, Then wake the morn with chilling cry. "Awake, my love!", my ride grows...

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“Glory! Great honour shall be mine! Wenestl shall be last of his dastard line! Sword unsheathed and bow taut-strung, We rest not while a Norvajael stays unhung!” Over glen and trail the quaver spread; The Ilken sought sheaths of hapless dead! Seething, as one our spirited gunari rose To take upon glittering steel their vows War served but to strengthen the faltering heart! Massacre...

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"The Gallant Night Kisses Victory" As Night lowers herself victorious over his moving fortress she is draped transparent surrounded by a milky mist, a myriad of dazzling stars She remains unconquered Victory cannot see her The Gallant Night Kisses Victory The scent of cinnamon and green apples surrounds his crown, his sword en garde he checks, “Was that a sound, the crackling of...

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To the gallant ‘remain’ I direct this refrain; to the hearts and great souls I see there; and maintain. That we are not so much different that not all is estranged; We both yearn betterment in so much we are same! I hate not my neighbour; I hate neither you In my heart I am sure it is...

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Whither the true gentleman who holds the door open for a lady Whither the noble scout, escorting an elderly matron 'cross the street Whither the friendly officer who greets me as I pass him on his beat Whither the shopkeeper who knows my name, who seeks my welfare Whither chivalry?...

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Great Things Grow In Gazebo In gallant gazebo great things grow; Like my curiosity which you do know; Do ameliorate; Not humiliate; To Trump brain caused a severe blow. Jim Horn...

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A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night inside my room; mere words he never spoke! He came creeping softly in the moonlight. A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night with caresses so sweet I felt it might have only been a dream once I awoke. A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night inside my room. Mere words he never spoke. Sept. 21, 2017 for Broken Wing's...

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Stoked in low; stoked in high; Try to reach up; to that sky. Your placement here; Has just been in passing; It's over now; Life's not that harassing. Don't look down; Too late, don't frown; Come with me; We'll have the new town. Never again; Shall I turn away; Never again; Shall I stray! I'm leaving now; I'll see you soon; Come, let's hurry;...

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