Grand Poems - Poems about Grand

But tell my friend, you must have moved a lot. Oh sure, I’ve been in a constant journey: To a beggar for a few biscuits bought, With a child thrilled as if with a trophy, On pilgrimage, or in some wishing wells, In temples, helping with a layman’s faith, A rupee coin many a tall wall scales, In constant motion, often out...

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Last night I dreamt I was one-rupee coin Who met a two-thousand rupee crisp note In a rich man’s pocket, looking so keen At the exalted worthy of my vote. The note asked: you find anything funny? No, but you must have moved many a miles, Which, a penny like me cannot any, The coin wondered. No, caught I was on isles All...

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In spring we come out to see life, out from our long cold winter's nap. Bears are so loving not wildlife. Love can be grand. I am your big fun bear asap, you are my fury playful wife, I love to see you in gift-wrap. Tonight we need some fun nightlife, eating fish not from a flytrap, using my big claws not a knife, Love...

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My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand whether shapely straight as a clarinet or conical as a saxaphone. He blows through a woody-reed, his tongue not lashing at us, but conditioned to musically relay his love for us. My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand. They put together a Hammond organ. His feet so cheerfully press the pedals, his fingers twinkle across...

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Natives interrupted Guns pointed to their chests Blown away like beautiful dandelions Into that sweltering sun Americans lollygag In their newly claimed land Under that grand old flag Slaving away, picking cotton Under the South’s heat of injustice Scarred with inhumane treatment Sweating tears and pain Burdens heavier than sandbags Yes, they’re slaving away Under that southern flag Stripped away from homes and work And terrorized prior still No voice spoke...

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I wish I were a fancy artsy living off my creative exploits. I'd wish to mingle with its class, commune with the type of people who live and breathe for art. I'd wake up every morning percolating with bursts of ideas. I'd master hues and nuances splattering colours on wide canvases. My brushstrokes would be magical and my art inspiring to all. There'd be a...

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We're merely quests on this planet lest we forget ~ Our life is but a wink in the wake of eternity AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025...

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THE SUN "I hate it here," says the sun, "I shine too bright. My endless burning's never done, You get to glide in the velvet nigt." THE MOON: "Your fiery voice I hear so plain," The Moon then whispered, soft and low, "I paint the world with silver stain, And secrets of the darkness know." THE STARS (COLLECTIVE VOICE): The stars blinked slowly, far and high, "Your...

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My knee was a cracked hinge, each step a bargain struck with pain. The canyon walls pressed in, heat still rising from the stone long after sun left it behind. Halfway to the distant rim, I flopped down on the trailside bench— the slats grabbed hold of my full weight as if they meant to keep me. And then I was above it all— a...

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"It's not in the way that you use it" with the color of that money Made a "run" for it "Something is tearing us apart" A "Bad: influence took control But I "walk(ed)" away I am "hung up up on your love" I "take a chance" but flew away like dove "Holding on" for my own good Do I " miss you" Love "Holy Mother"...

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i miss the way she looked at me i miss the way she held my hand i miss the softness of her cheek i miss the games and girlish laughter i miss the passion in her day i miss the time she'd spend with me i miss the years cruelly stripped away i miss most the things she had to teach me but...

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I Grand Rise with the Sunrise When darkness lingers and doubt creeps in, I whisper to my soul, "This is where we begin." First light breaks through the distant hills, Golden fingers stretching across sleeping window sills. I rise not because the day demands it, But because my spirit understands it— That every dawn holds sacred possibility, A canvas waiting for my brushstrokes...

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You know when someone says I love you 'As' the sun? ~ it means that you're always loved—poetess "As" by Stevie Wonder I Choose Love I believe in a true Love so true and real By embracing all and then Love always If we change words into truth then Into Love so that maybe Our...

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+the knot does not untie from within but frays at the edges, a thread pulled loose by unseen hands+ —we do not walk in bodies—we drift in thought, for there is no world but the one the mind dreams— [form is a trick of light, a fleeting shape of held-together stars] And when the hands that...

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Working night shift out on the retail floor, stocking cans and boxes till her back’s broke. Trying to live on minimum wage, eating PB and J and drinking generic coke. Cashiering all day at the fast-food joint, collecting tips to try to make ends meet. A big fake smile on her make up covered face, blisters the size of quarters on her...

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