Grata Poems - Poems about Grata

Persona Non Grata She was persona non grata. But, very blessed to not know it. Her loving words, but a naive sonata, Unaware, she was thought of, as a half wit. Down God’s...

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("Blue Egg In Red Sea", 2020, original oil) Person Non-Grata Call me old-fashioned, but I’m glad my mother was a woman. I’m glad about a lot of things actually, the little things in life like a stable marriage, well adjusted children a good education and something tenuous yet pervasive enough to take for granted; the Rule of Law. So many things to be grateful...

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I am nothing pariah outcast a worm I have nothing to offer, nothing of value except these words for when I see the sunlight reflect in your chocolate brown eyes I envision paradise eden before the fall and when you smile you radiate all the colors of the rainbow reds and yellows indigo...

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Grata Seja grata sempre a gratidão, transforma aquilo que temos em suficiente negação em aceitação, caos em ordem, confusão em clareza. A gratidão sempre transforma menos em mais e mais....

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Pre-puberty years Playful innocence Warm ready embrace Quarrels, aberrations Rapidly erased An uncluttered mind Open, forgiving heart Reborn each morn anew Growing up, ego manifests Taught to be street smart Testosterone levels high Feral instincts prevail In the game of one-upmanship Need to win our obsession Heart shrouded in darkness Conscience whispers in dreams Upon expending our energy Recognising earth life transience We look at dark thought...

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Grata Seja sempre grata, a gratidão transforma aquilo que tem em o suficiente e muito mais. A gratidão transforma a negação em ação uma casa em um lar, o inesperado em um “favor do século” em um momento para fazer mais e mais. Diretora...

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Full of anxiety A perplexed child storming in me Bad in the crowd Hardly present heads in a single cloud Outcast defines my whole entity Filled with obscure philosophy Trapped in constant lunacy Undivided emotion hidden in my subtitled brutality I devour myself I feel uncertain and unsafe Persona non grata shall I be Will i cross the...

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Agradecimento Fevereiro - Gratidão Tenho certeza de que todas nós estão vendo nossos números recentes relacionados à produtividade e volume. Mesmo em mês de muitos feriados os números são positivamente muito impressionantes. Este é um momento muito empolgante para trabalhar neste setor, com a oportunidade de fazer a diferença no mercado. Tenho orgulho das contribuições individuais...

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I’ve made a veritable art form out of ignoring others Taken it to the highest level, its crown made out of thorns Turning my back and looking away, denying their importance A world where they do not exist —no insult could hurt more (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)...

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You tell them, that a poet has lost his words. You tell them, I never thought being numb could hurt. If I was to lay back and gaze at the skies, I would be embraced by the dirt. For my soul no longer burns, it no longer yearns to run, be free. It desires no thing, like a tree no longer holding,...

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God we have appreciated and applaud; Is our Holy one who we love and laud, And we heard; His every word; Removed sins when from us were shod. Always remember what we did envision; We were determined to make a decision; God must choose, And never refuse; Had been done precisely with precision. To write poems do hope this will inspire, And must read my...

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Persona non Grata That Is Terracotta Seems to be persona non grata, Having a head that is terracotta; Lump of lard, And head hard; Likes sandwich cheese with tomato. Jim Horn...

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Pague adiantado e seja grata antes Na vida e nos negócios reconheça e seja grata antecipadamente. Antes da vitória pague com gratidão cada pessoa ao seu lado e assim, conquiste seu compromisso....

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Persona non grata so I sang beneath a moonlight sonata. A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note, ,your soul con-caved beneath that haunting, longing, aching spirit! So persona non grata my coattails in winter snow! :: ~ ::...

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Beware! in our own confines - a predator hiding without so much as a warm hello, Persona non grata veils its character. It’s green with greed and jealously pale yellow; our words give vent to this parasite-fellow. A proud remnant perhaps of a life once led, it bleeds blue with glowing spots of angry red. Banning this contender for hostilities! we’re...

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