Marguerite Poems - Poems about Marguerite

At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold. An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low. Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze. With eyes full of kindness and words like a song She saw through the...

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I couldn't believe the word on the streets It ran through every nook and cranny and with urgent feet. The news of a daughter's unkind heart was told. A calculated wanton cruelty unfold. The story began with a father's love, His sacred trust betrayed by greed in ashes thrust. Ailing in the grasp of illness' woe, The father weakened, his spirit brought...

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self confidence oozed out of her she married and divorced two men before she was twenty-one few women had that kind of confidence in the twenties Marguerite is my grandmother...

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The old man plays violin. soft, yet bittersweet A songbird concerto and dreams of Marguerite. Those fifty years ago By steeple creek It was cold, ten below. He proposed on bent knee. They danced in the snow. Her ring a Marquise. Through Life's ebb and flow Their love was complete. The old man plays on soft yet bittersweet A songbird concerto and Dreams of Marguerite. Entered in the Painting Inspired Poetry Contest: Sponsored By...

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Tall red and pink-tipped spears reach for the nothing-at-all blue sky, all washed out with sunshine. The tight wrapped buds of the hollyhocks are too high for us to reach, but Imogen can. You and I wait for her to bring them down. Here behind the flowers, no one can see us. It’s hot. Your...

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Almost virginal beauty the wonderful flower, marguerite even with universal joviality it has a daisy beauty, discreet...

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I often saw her in the patterned garden Tending tenderly small children, Until their parents came to pick them up. I was absorbed in her antics as children laughed. Oh dear Marguerite, how exquisite she looked. How children prayed their mothers came a little late. But time played a useful trick on her, As she once fell and bruised her knees. Quickly I...

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Marguarite McGillicuddy Marguarite McGillicuddy Would not let her boots get muddy No matter which boots She would wear She’d cover them up with a second pair and if the mud came to her knee Marguarite Would put on three And if the rain began to pour Marguarite Would put on four But five pairs of boots People would talk And Marguerite Could hardly walk The craziest thing I’ve ever seen But her boots Were...

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Maya met her Socrates public examination of her life and writing down her hypotheses - female blackness a caged bird's life singing often, singing she arrived from uncivil lessons on civil rights to stand-up straight and thrive in beauty - with rhythm besides Marguerite Johnson is dead but Angelou will arise to see life wondrous instead with dark-brown soulful eyes mourn not that her life...

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It all still sounds like a dream Since I heard the saddening news Of your rather sudden end. It seems like yesterday When we sat together, Ate drank, and slept as one Under the same loving eyes. We would chatter, cavort, full of life, Over-flowing with aspirations, Beaming with hope t’wards tomorrow. Happy times we took for granted. What a funny thing life is; We hardly know...

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You were like a delicate flower so fragile and pure, But you would never bloom again as you did before. Maggie my dearest friend, We'd known each other since the age of ten. No longer will I see that beautiful serene face , And in my heart there's an empty space. We both married and went our separate ways, Now I sit...

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