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Matthews Poems - Poems about Matthews


Premium Member HE'S ELOHIM-Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-
Soul deep, extra sweet My Father’s feet He walks onto the world Without a care He’s Elohim Soul deep on my soften heart I love her for ourselves, His quietness I love Him beyond my essence Without a care He’s Elohim Soul deep, extra sweet My Father’s feet He walks onto the world Without a care He’s Elohim Soul deep on my soften heart I love her for...

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Categories: matthews, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, celebration,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member I am CITIZEN OF HEAVEN CREATED FOR HIS PURPOSE- Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-
I am CITIZEN OF HEAVEN CREATED FOR HIS PURPOSE- Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews- I am that I am; Citizen of heaven; Created for His purpose; I am that I am; Citizen of heaven; Created for His purpose; Perhaps you were born; For such a time as this; And we know that for those who love God; All things work together for good, For...

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Categories: matthews, analogy, appreciation, blessing, devotion,
Form: Dramatic Monologue



Premium Member There's a song in my heart it's from God-A Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews
There's a song, in my heart it's from God There's a song, in my heart it's from God There's a song, in my heart it's from God There's a breath in mine chest it's the lord The essence of the flowers sweet My nose does smell, in my mind, soul, spirit all is well There's a song in my heart it's...

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Categories: matthews, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member AWAKENED I FLY- a dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-
Can not smell the flowers if I'm not awake (yet I can) Yet if I be dead I'll arise ( I shall ) I'll rise And shall fly, I'll flee I'll fled In a twinkling of an eye I'll fly, soul/spirit rise I'll fly awaken by the trumpets call Sweet soul by the by and by Can't see the flowers, for humanities tears They renege punished...

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Categories: matthews, adventure, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Dolores VOICED NOT A WOMAN OF SORROW DAUGHTER OF REJOICE-Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews
Dolores VOICED NOT A WOMAN OF SORROW DAUGHTER OF REJOICE- Delores, daughter humanity the world of Sorrows. Spanish named and is a form of Dolores. Named of a time Generations of pain, of sorrow Father sought to gift you voice Within Himself cause you to rejoice Yet blessed, in the Fathers arms Only humanity “dolor” A righteous God, a loving Father Choice chosen His daughter...

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Categories: matthews, analogy, appreciation, dedication, inspirational,
Form: Dramatic Monologue



Premium Member Auston Matthews
Auston Matthews: ...

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Categories: matthews, appreciation, hockey,
Form: Clerihew
Matthews Latest Blank Key
Matthew's latest blank key Impossible mission, nevertheless I take figurative aim to craft poem without experiencing wrathful blame avoiding explicitly, ignominiously, specifically... referencing mine heterosexual counterpart that infamous she, whom did ruthlessly claim yours truly as her husband snatching mine happy go lucky bachelorhood two dozen plus decades ago (revered singular status belonging to me), one latitudinally and longitudinally i.e. height and weight challenged dame during earlier years of our marriage prone to prematurely...

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Categories: matthews, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Miss Matthews
I met her my first year of middle school. My first impression was, she's too young. The voice in my head was so confused, she's a teen, how could she teach me? Miss Matthews was my science teacher. To my surprise I enjoyed her class a lot. She taught me so much, I'll never forget, how she welcomed me into her big...

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Categories: matthews, appreciation, character, how i
Form: Free verse
The Ghost of Yellow-John Matthews
Yellow-John Matthews, he sailed upon the main A pirate who would prey on them all. Spanish of British, it was no matter Before him they all were all bound to fall. He stood six feet, of medium frame, Was never seen without his tricorn. He was crowned with hair, yellow as sun, As were all the bastards to him born. For six long...

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Categories: matthews, adventure, death, journey, ocean,
Form: Narrative

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