Map Poems - Poems about Map

Nigeria, our homeland Our heritage, One nation Numerous ethnic groups, differ people Different cultures and beliefs They all practice what they believe in. Africa, our continent Our pride, rich culture and history Different countries, so many languages Different religion, different understanding Everyone keeps defending their religion and nation. The Globe, our world Universal culture, Unites all Different continent and colors...

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Magellan, with maps quite askew, Said, "The Spice Islands? I'll sail right on through!" He missed every port, Then ate his own short, "This 'discovery's' overdue!" ©bfa032225 ...

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Sure as stars shined she stumbled. Falling. A fierce lightning rod flickering wild sparks. Put the appetite front and center. Boss map. Hard hands callused to the bone, dialed in. There’s nothing lucky about it. She fought....

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life is like a box of chocolates I just hope no one has thrown the map away ...

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If to l o v e you must I find cosmic keys let wisteria words unlock the ethereal gates~ to dream within the celestial warmth of your ...

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Ball-Shaped Map The ball-shaped map of the world on my desk has a nasally voice. Its little brother aside him can breathe triple fast due to his triple fat adenoids. ...

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The past is a lesson, not a prison, The past is a mentor, not a captor. The past is a tale, not a jail, The past is a page, not a cage. The past is a foundation, not a stagnation, The past is a phase, not a maze. The past is a guide, not a slide, The past is a map, not...

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No matter how hard you look It doesn’t take a map GPS will not help you in any way The place you are looking for Well, it is the most special place on Earth Treasures no one has ever heard of And creatures never imagined All you have to do is discard your maps Just unplug your computer Do not think or plan your...

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your face is the map of Ireland she looked over at a Marlboro man of the sixties ruggedly handsome he said nothing else but his smile gave her goosebumps it was slow and intelligent she slid her purse two seats down to get a better look at him his face was more handsome up close his eyes were light blue, and dazzled she knew she...

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We are all charted by our morals, emotions and cultures...

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I stand with a treasure map, no X to mark the spot. A scattering of clues, roadmaps of endless dots. Your name is on an envelope, surely that’s proof enough? But it’s faded, invisible ink, a hollow past calling my bluff. I search drawers for clothing and scour shelves for books. Trace desks for fingerprints, scroll through snapshots for looks between us, you and me - that one...

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In the fabric of spring, the map of life renewed unfolds – A vibrant painting in a blend of young shades of birch, acacia, and ash; A symphony of colors that come alive in the effusions of triumphal dawns; No fading like it – each ray reawakens the verdant glade. Beneath the steps of Spring, the flowered carpet, dust...

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If you feel like a crack or a gap You are no where near done That's not a wrap You depressed old sap But light making its way in Call it your new road map...

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My soul burns with an unquenchable righteous desire. Yours belongs to the Prince of Tyre, the Lake of Fire, in WEF land of Oz, where bulllshiit is behind the curtain and evil blooms, where a wicked agenda auras the room. Like a demon, a...

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In this world, where chaos reigns supreme, I am the voice of the people, the one who leads the dream. My heart beats with a passion that cannot be tamed, I am the fire that ignites the flames of change. I am the blue collar man, the...

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