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Homie Poems - Poems about Homie


Premium Member My Homie And Me
I grew up living in the countryside an only child, adopted and on my own it's something I've never regretted at all looking back now like a river with one stone I found I could cope with myself having a stammer people was not my thing so I found ways to spend my time a lover of football it became my wedding...

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Categories: homie, football, me, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Sunday School Homie Hoppers
Homie hoppers are all over the young adult Sunday School Class Five couples, and they have all been married at one time or another To at least two other people in the class. It is the weirdest dynamic in the world, but it is what I have to work with. There are so many knowing looks and inside jokes. Lots...

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Categories: homie, confusion,
Form: Free verse



Peace and Love, Homie
Hey, we're going to the station But I gotta warn you this is no vacation We're out here to find peace of mind A piece of time to rewind and remind Reality is heavy but we're strong We'll stand against the wrong At the forum we'll post a bill of every lie And hold them there until we ask why Everything is corroding...

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Categories: homie, america, love, spoken word,
Form: Free verse
Arthur Homer "homie" Creed
Oh the glory! Of this my story Upon a colossal, metallic beast Did I sail, for many a year Every ocean and sea, seemed the vastness of eternity My name is Arthur Homer Creed, AKA -“Homie” Chief Petty Officer, United States Navy My job, dangerous as it was Was my one true love. Director on the flight deck Of an aircraft carrier We cruised from...

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Categories: homie, sea
Form: Epic
Rest In Peace Homie
Derek we miss you; Derek we love you, We were homies, we were family there was nothing we couldn't do. I can't say goodbye because you ain't really gone, In my head and in my heart you will always live on. Only seventeen with a baby on the way, Don't worry homie we all gonna be okay. But how could you...

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Categories: homie, death, family, friendship, baby,
Form: I do not know?




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