Keyes Poems - Poems about Keyes

..."The Honorific Bridge" : by Suzanne Alexander [neé C] Nicknamed missilverwood In worth unmeasured free wealth pursue,a sak......

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... 30 Days In I fall short of just enough Words escaped my breath Eager to talk My tongue utters As a mute Finding his voice My mind races with mighty a speed My fragility becomes app......

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...was on a trapeze did swung through all of the trees while searching for keys Turn this into a song for Alisha Keyes to sing.......

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...I almost skipped the Grammys Thinking nothing would appeal, But there were some performances That somehow did reveal That my mind should still be open To the possibility That what I call “thu......

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...A Quiet Place A quiet place Where I knew not pain Where innocence reign Lost in a field of flowers Chasing butterflies Blowing bubbles Collecting rocks Waiting for you Sta......

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...The Window The light in the window Lies further down the road A refuge , an escape, a release Keyes of blessing and new beginnings A space to breathe To shelter sheep With the mighty ......

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...School Girl A thick and heavy wooden door yanked off the wall Carried into the street by a black man Peddling wheels and bicyclists ran the streets People strolled on sidewalks With han......

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...you can have this your hands they fit must do right thing its what heaven bring be kind help other life shine your life will be forever its the KEYES TO HEAVEN......

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...Conversational Eyes With a face weathered from the sun his Eyes telling a story caught my curiosity The mystery in them drove me to ask him I sat beside him as he Sp......

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...i was loss somewhere i toss now am at a cost my mind like a bad seed over my HOUSE KEY6ES......

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...theyer a need indeed you lose you get the blues its bad news to lord above you pleas to fine YOUR KEYES......

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...his skin is hot, ocean-air scented as he burrows his head into my shoulder he does not want his mother her wild ways and loud voices have frightened him enough today have taken every good momen......

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...The Walmart greeter in my town Is short and fat with the face of a clown Her cheeks are rouged a brilliant hue Her lips are painted a deadly blue Her hair is sparse and greying She wears a too......

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