Jess Poems - Poems about Jess

there was a young lad from Cork named Hess who liked to fool around with a lass named Jess one night it was said he forgot to wear a certain item to bed and Jess said ugh you made a real mess ...

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Sharp eyes dimmed ,a last spark of life Looking puzzle and questioning Into my soul went his silent plea, As if to say whats happening to me. Breathing laboured gasping for air Left this life alone and afraid Peace came after breath had gone No more to hear mothers song. Leaving...

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Goodmorning (Table says datt) Ooooouuhhhhh (Jess voice ), Wyd (Table says datt) Ooooouuhhhhh, chillin (Jess voice), Dam it's fkn HoTT today , don't Cha think ( Table says datt) Ooooouuhhhh, fr (Jess Voice), "Wya?", (Jess voice) Ooooouuhhhh, n Slow (Table say's datt) Oooooouuhhhh , " bring me bak something to eat den ?", (Jess voice) Ooooouuhhhhh I'll try (Table says datt ) Ooooouuhhhhh (Jess voice ) Say datt (Tables voice) Oooooouuhhhh , k den Love you (Table says...

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He was the most basal, nasal Bottom slowest, lowest relative in their family, Jess Mamily. They were fearful and tearful, When his parents brought him to Sunion Reuion He was dorky, dinky, odd, a clod. Don’t play with him, said the Suion cousins, there were dozens. So he sat alone, writing a story, penning a poem, a friendless gnome. His penning paid...

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Was writing him a letter God whispered on my ear He is your soul mate Writing Fr. Jess Labor God told me Fr. Jess Labor is your soul mate Date Written: 2082020 Time written: 11 a.m. Poetry Form: Haiku...

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useless useless useless uselessness and repetition albatross is this loss submit another poem that can't seem to name me no one will read it more than once except me just to decipher the meaning what air am i breathing? it's just a breath closer to death crossing the line on my wrist back to this but, why? no reason it's so hot in this room and i've left them without question but i've got answers yeah, they...

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Jess was only born in 2000, in the millennial year, So she’s just a young thing, but she’s a bookworm, She trains at the Lillishall sports centre, has gear, And comes from Hemel Hempstead, very warm. She found her archery through a sports camp, The Wheelpower Junior Games camp diverse, And Stoke Mandeville encouraged her,...

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She's got cat eyes but she sees with her mind A feline vision of a curious kind A calico beauty with a purpose to ascend She seeks to encounter our alien friends Bewitched or enchanted? I really can't say The universe knows she has her own way When the sun dims bleak and the moon shines bright Her astral body will soon...

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She was great with sheep or cattle, and would bound beside the horse, always full of energy… a border collies best of course. We’ve never owned another breed, but these collies we address, we’ve had a few upon the farm… but none as good as Jess. Two of her pups still work for us, and both bear her working...

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Her December skin Now sweetly rests on my lips Still taking my breath Pale moonlit hours spent together We conversed solely about matters of perfection, about how it's only a state of one's perception I didn't tell her then, now I wish I had That the way her upper lip quivered as she dug deeper into her soul for answers to...

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There was a big serpent called Jess Who lived on the banks of Loch Ness At night he played chess With Ness, though I guess The game was devoid of finesse. -----------------------------------------...

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You, my life, my love; What more can I give to you? You have my heart, I've pledged my soul. No matter your reassurances, that doesn't seem, to me, enough; I yearn to surrender more, give you even more than I have; But what more is left? Every tiny, meaningless thing takes on new depth with you; It's as if you've awakened my very being, shown...

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"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..." There was a time when Jess was young, that we thought we were going to lose him. It all started with recurring headaches he would have. These headaches became more frequent and intense over a few months. Next, tremors on one side...

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With a broken heart, I say goodbye to you Jess, May you rest in peace....

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shes my everything. my important. the one i can trust. the one i can do anything with. i want to know about her. ive asked. she just wont tell. i wish she would rely on me more. as much as i rely on her. it make this feel more even. there only a few people i mean i love you too. and when i hear best...

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