Lave Poems - Poems about Lave

... Before a misty morning mirror above a half-filled basin such cold water was I braving simply to lave my face in but the coldest cut of all and it only hurts when I smile I severely sl......

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...The Fisher by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe translation by Michael R. Burch The river swirled and rippled; nearby an angler lay, and watched his lure with a careless eye, like any other day. Bu......

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...red lave at most at end gray ash and black stones......

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... Another loved one has too soon been taken from me. Bereaved, now I sorrowfully speak in subdued soliloquy Consoling myself with solemn prayers, I try not to weep. Div......

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...Hot like chocolate lave cake right out of the oven Beautiful like the mesmerising sight of the sunset meeting the sunrise Tender like a bird building a nest to protect her baby eggs against ba......

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...A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)... ready for night time in bedlam after swallowing me favorite dram, cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam. Whiling away his time playing solitaire.........

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...He's above the earth, far away from my touch Hanging in her arms of the sky -Staring at me A dream of eternal shone in our eyes My love, unheard as a whisper The vast horizon lave in his shine......

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...Walk out to ocean, this stony pathway, Folk story declare, twas a snakes byway. Climbed from sea, wormed onto the hidden cave, Men explored and commune, the knowledge crave, This legend lives on,......

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...From the sublime blue He, having done his work Tired and sweating Sank into the west sea To have a lave At the gong of six. It began to darken Without the presence of him. And people and an......

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...A hoodlum, (albeit respectable) in bedlam whiling away his time playing solitaire... November second two thousand and twenty fast approaching the final countdown With less than twenty four, t......

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...There are two trees in my back yard I turn to when my days grow hard: I’ve named them Grace and Solitude, they serve to cleanse life’s dust accrued. Grace comforts me with peace unearned; with......

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...Slim's cowboy hat warn't no fancy Stetson, that's fer shore! He'd paid five smackeroos fer it in a Sears 'n' Roebuck store. But it served him jes as well through his cowboyin' years, Roundin' up, ......

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...Oh ... The flesh and families that bullets rend ... much deeper wounds to souls don't mend. How can we hope to end the strife ... if monste......

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...amidst the dunes of restless seas my arms outstretch in sorrowed pleas beneath the lash of winds i fall atop the grains of sands i crawl in the wind my whispered prayers this salty air my tear......

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...Years ago this story I am told Of a bullet that came from a tree No combat yet a peaceful day One walking to gather water to shave Helmet in hand to pick up the water A bullet hit him in the h......

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