Molders Poems - Poems about Molders

... Gracious fortress of caring fortitude Guarding by their compassion’s latitude Governing to soar through faith’s latitude Guiding with attitude of gratitude… God blest our parents’ love-......

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...Old cotton knee-Lenths smell; an old book of poetry smell, Unseen socks between the matrass and the ground floor of nowhere, where discarded apparel through the ages, molders unread. Daily w......

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...I thereby pledged to leave alone endeavors bound for ills, my own to worship at your fleshly throne and bow before your pleasures their ends, quite at your leisures ......

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...Alone and hungry left leg aches like a broken peg in the mugginess of its left slipper. Not a good day for fixing anything but the sealed and over salted, the quickly warmed and spooned that ......

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...Outside the gladiator's window, outside in the growing gloom of night, The nearby volcano is almost invisible, only smolders silently now. Inside his room, he can almost tangibly feel the darkn......

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...We are who we are From the time we are young For we’re born with our own set of rules And the people who think They can mold us like clay Are deluded, or else they are fools. As the cautious ......

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...An image once conjured was deemed unforgettable, For an inexpiable deed was done once she painted, Scrawls across the gnashed pages that need to be fed Of impish creativity, Of feigned gr......

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...still, motionless in your cage, your lips ruby, your skin beige, the breeze sings to your body so pale, and lifts you up as into the sky you sail, broken crayons still color and broken hearts l......

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...There was once a young girl, Who wish upon the stars, Looking so bright in the sky, She dream and soar up high. Opportunities knock in front of her, She think, she decide, with a prayer, Go on, walk......

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...Believe in Ghosts? No Way! By Elton Camp To refute belief in ghosts is why I’ve come To do it without beating the religion drum There are entirely practical reason as to why I know folks do......

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...Sun sets swiftly for lack of fuss Insidiously dark after dusk As I retire in a shelled husk In contemplation of my fate Lift me up high upon your shoulders Height that awakens the beholder My......

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