Heroine Poems - Poems about Heroine

Ann Bressingtons a 'true blue' who had to tell it straight In Adilaide she ' made the grade' on agenda 21, old mates.!...

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I had a dream where you were my super girl My Heroine, the one that could save my heart from breaking My heroin my worst addiction You were in my veins Running in my blood into my heart Raising me higher I became high I felt safe with you in my veins You drove away my pain Without pain I did gain A girl,...

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________________ The nayika (heroine) sets out to meet her beloved against all odds ___________________ Dreams in mind, hope in heart, On the way am I to meet my sweetheart, My mind in turmoil, tumult of passion Seeking fruition, to end long separation, None can stop whose mind’s made, Of no one and none whoso afraid, My heart feels free from all masked plight, Naught can...

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One among the eight heroine types keen (utkanthita) to end separation (viraha) from her beloved ____________________ My eyes long for one glimpse of thy visage That eludes me like a mirage, My arms ache imagining thy embrace When will I see thou face to face? All I desire, thy touch bereft for long, O come, enliven the lonely notes of my song, Come,...

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Some call me Jill, a jealous kid I write rhymes for you to read I’m Jack’s bosom friend Our friendship has no end. I’m not jealous at all I save him in every fall Like the incident on the hill I’m strong to work on a treadmill. I always remind Jack to be nimble With smiles showing my dimple I go with his wife once...

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My journey of blood Sword of viscera and steel The Black Rose Thorn Queen ...

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Giant tiger laid herself over the enormous hill. Staring down the tanks, guns and soldiers down there still. She knew on the other side of the hill was an elementary school. Tiger stood guard until the army got frightened by her toothy drool. The soldiers began to turn away, terrified by the giant beast. She held her ground, staring them...

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I’ll let the pillows style my hair And my morning breath won’t be fair If you don’t want me then I don’t care I’m in a haunting mood of truth beware I can be who I am within my head The thoughts I have like spam bleeding red Of me trying so hard to be perfect When no one is it’s...

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Into our lives, God manifests in various ways. He protects us from every stupid deed. In the era of Esther – the biblical days, This lovely woman was made Persia’s queen. Today vice president holds great significance. And Kamala Harris can emulate Esther’s glory-- A powerful place in the political landscape And a chance to be the heroine of the story. With shootings...

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10/21/2033 The serene sunset at my back. The realization, I reached the top, And, in completion, that was that. The acceptance of my life as it is. No bloody need to prove I was best. Such divine completion, sans explanation. The sun had gone, first star winked at me. Soft, warm, winds rustled my wild hair Of this poetic heroine, high on a hill! Panagiota...

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I’m too old to live out these songs I sing. There has been too much pumped into these veins. But if you remember how I was back in time… Won’t you toss me a nickel or a dime? I used to travel all around the world. and I bought my condoms by the case full. I stored all my cocaine...

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Her flaming red hair is gently brushed by the winds, while her earthly eyes shine the most as she rides her motorcycle. A white and gray polished building she encounters. She touches the brake, stopping the vehicle flawlessly. She’s home. Just where she belongs. She opened the door and was greeted by tons of people,...

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Born to be a woman apart, the daughter of an Amazon Paradise Island Queen they called her the warrior princess Diana a baby formed from clay for the childless Queen ...

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My Heroine in life, is my Aunt Imojean. She was a Soldier, in Nineteen Forty-Three. When they sent the "Boy's" in, That's France, Normandy. Then, on the sixth Day, They sent Imojean. She was an officer in the United States Army. She served in triage, in Normandy. The "Boy's "the Boy's", A Stark Reality. Why Do We Do It, She Said to Me, We Do it for US, And We Choose...

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