Laurels Poems - Poems about Laurels

Here at the cabin, there is peace that only God could have inspired – quote by poet Peaceful thoughts rest on gentle winds Erasing the darkness within Revealing secrets of all kinds Promising joy that’s always been Erasing the darkness within Here at the cabin is a ease Promising joy that’s always been Blowing softly through the pine trees Here at the cabin is...

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Mountain laurel perfume wafted in the soft breeze. Myriads of flittering birds sang in the trees. At peace on our cabin porch with feet on the rail Until a trumpet blast called me to hit the trail. When at last would come my soldier’s release To return to our laurels, birds, and peace? With the martial trumpet silent once more, All...

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Always remember the past That made your life joyful Forget bitter memories fast That will be truly useful In case you cannot assist At least please stop spoiling Never show your strong fist Very bad if blood is boiling Fighting injects poison only Into minds that are involved Avoiding fights help all truly As problems are then solved When we keep mind broad Great mirth we nicely spread We...

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To expect sure defeat insures a ravaged heart Returns without the laurels of a certain win Dampening one's ardor from a challenging start, Perhaps, it was better this race not to begin. Enter each endeavor with the will to finish First among many equals, better than them all, Never for a moment let your strength diminish Before a beginning whistle stand straight...

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Hark! It’s getting dark! Long gone to nest, the lark… But for the mongrels Good nominees for Satan’s laurels, Just for their vicious teeth that spark, Time to interminably bark And liberties take With canines; uncanny mark That resilient flesh break, On their victims in amusement parks Producing un-amusing facsimile of shark’s. Night guard dogs, Forever, I have cancelled night jogs....

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"Arma virumque cano" No more the Viking sagas Singed by the dragon’s breath No more the valiant charges Into the Valley of Death. No more the knights of chivalry Bewitched by a maiden’s pallor. No more the sword-drawn cavalry Galloping with dash and valour. Who now hears Roland’s mighty blast As loyally he stayed To fight on to the very last Though he had been betrayed Gone, the...

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She climbed the hill of daffadils, her hips held a sway. The mountain laurels were in bloom, this bright sunny day. Meandering thru the forest the soft moss felt so light, she suddenly discovered a lovely mushroom site. She was quite happy with her find, the village of mushrooms surrounded by pines. They were off...

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R-est not on your laurels A-im now for more achievements; K-now other plans or designs, E-nergy makes fruitful M-oments. V-ictory isn't far behind, I-n the morn of January fifteenth; L-et the horizon be clear, L-et it not turn into a labyrinth. A-spire to greater deeds, enter into the triumph's portals; R-ise to a higher degree, rest not on your laurels....

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Nope!, this aint a (non) commercial Christmas plug for ye, nonetheless, a greeting of joie de vivre buttressed with (wreath) in this ole foreign nicked saint wannabe awash with spiritual ...

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When burdened by the weights of my mortality, Confronted with the fate of fallen flesh, My eyes behold a semblance of eternity A vestige of the joys that truly bless, Descending from the firmaments above And following the ashes of the night, For that which bears the noble name of love Hath raised our spirits to their highest height. The gifted muses of...

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If thoughts be laurels then I'd be a king, Honing skills in dark alcoves of my mind. Like muddy waters in a rain-soaked spring, Life without meaning cannot be defined. This oaf would a fool for a learned man; Lethargy my mantra, why should I work? Begrudge me not fools - ye form your own plan; My smile is of joy, it's...

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LAURELS TO GREEN. Mum has prepared an avacado jam, green tints in chroma highlight the campus, a stoll dyed in artichoke green is on my shoulder, gala time with friends in green,we hang around in green, Myrtle plants rejoice..Yeah! festive time,St Patricks Day, Spring ,my guest has arrived, glad tidings it has brought,lets rejuvenate, start afresh,green a prime shade, from which loveliness springs, buoyancy seeps...

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In an innate world, the brain is beautiful. Being two percent of the body mass, the brain requires about twenty percent of its oxygen and calories. The most beautiful image ever seen is the brain normal functions. So when you are at your wits end, remember that sound understanding is a ...

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