Nameplate Poems - Poems about Nameplate

... Pale pink peonies, I carried on the day we said, "I do." Not the innocence of white Queen Anne's Lace of spring, nor romantic stems of red roses on a sultry summer day. In all the years share......

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...Never had I met you Still I know your name, Because of the notoriety Because of the fame Written in stone Forever and a day, Many gone too soon Seems to happen that way Halls of Hollyw......

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...I Proudest of graves as get grey mass of moss, Where goats greedily browse young sprouts still green, The graves as get grey that had grandeur seen, Tallest of fames fade fainter with dull glo......

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...A life in tree-lined poetry Once I was a cook on the high seas and worked long days seven days a week; Eater and Christmas meant more work baking cakes and baking bread. It was not only tirin......

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...It's happy anniversary again thirty one years seems not long but so thankful for all your love every echo within makes a great song Thirty one and going strong looking forward to many more to......

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...The Candlemaker’s Office was sparsely filled. The worn brass door knob — a patina countless hands slipping over its surface, polished and discolored ......

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...A Demanding Steed Once upon a crisp Winter morning, while the cardinals so lively, announced the awakening of a new day. I sprang out of bed, pressed play on the radio, and begin to dress for a ......

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...No thoughts, no consciousness Echo the sound of strangled cry Can't escape Take my hand The dark dungeons without the breath of life Deeper than you can imagine Can't escape Take my hand......

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...I could see your excitement Each time you picked up the phone The only thing you always asked— Daughter, when are you coming home Very soon, I always replied What can I get you father? Choco......

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...The Harmony I saw a village on top of a cliff overlooking the sea, and each tiny house had a nameplate. The road up was cumbersome a track of thistles, I thought only the brave gets to dwell whe......

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...( story 03/14/11) I saw a man coming down the road Head held high, eyes were strong. He stopped and asked of me If he could have a bite to eat. His clothes were all torn and tattered I asked......

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...It's the 16th Floor, 302F do not you worry, you'll love it a whole lot. I can see your hesitation, but u'll see, this is the perfect one. Here we are, white door with his favourite, brass namepl......

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...Depth of a bruised sea rising from the surface overwhelms the dumb shore shining for impossible tomorrow golden sand, the locked door. History repeats amnesia for a depressed meniscus shi......

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...Depth of a bruised sea rising from the surface overwhelms the dumb shore shining for impossible tomorrow golden sand, the locked door. History repeats amnesia for a depressed meniscus shi......

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