Keane Poems - Poems about Keane

...Peggy Hawkins aka Margaret Keane an artist who lived her dream Portraits with 'big eyes' her usp helped her up the 'success' tree......

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...Testing each other's faith At an open window—the air is still, People seem dead with indifference, And yet—the world breathes heavier Hearts thumping in rhythm To each other, Hands clasping ......

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...My friend's daughter Meghan has big, beautiful eyes When they stare at you They almost get inside Where the little inner me Can't run and hide Women love eyes They can see through you Remem......

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...What is the value of time The price of a tick or a tock Some people say, "Time is money" Yet they're always watching their clock A clock shows time is passing or past Look now and then look late......

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...“When we fall in love, We’re just falling… In love with ourselves, We’re Spiraling” ~Keane Speak, and forever hold me in chaos For I will sift my way through the toughest stains of yo......

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..."Now is the time of our comfort and plenty These are the days we've been working for Nothing can touch us and nothing can harm us And nothing goes wrong anymore.... Take it back, don't let it d......

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..."'Cause when your back's against the wall That's when you show no fear at all And when you're running out of time That's when you hitch your star to mine We won't be leaving by the same road that we ......

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...There is a split, precious time where it is necessary to stop everything And just stare into the hearts of the unknown To really look in Without a speck of fear to curl your way downwards In ......

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...8/17/12 There is nothing to these phrases But somehow they reach the reader They touch . . . me Am I the only one caged in this prison? Do you ever wish life had a better meaning? Do you ever wish y......

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...Oh simple thing, where have you gone? Yeah, you're long gone now Won't matter, I'll find you anyway Was I just a ghost passing through you? Cuz I don't understand the things you do I'll meet you on ......

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...She shone so elegant in her red-rose dress, built of peace and harmony, blue eyes painted as if by Keane. Nature stole my red-rose dress; still, my senses never quetch.......

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