No Awards Poems - Poems about No Awards

...The collapsing in of an emotion The house of cards falls Here is the beginning, there is the end But mid ground failure There's no awards for that Little old dominoes could tell you A miss, is ......

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...I am turtle, sage and wise; I may not be speedy but I surprise, with a gleam in my clever eye; I’ll always finish, I covet no prize. Great age has birthed enlightenment, perception,......

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...Time has passed by since I wrote No awards received, not even a vote Book shelves are filled with all the best sellers Libraries kept mine down in their cellars. I tossed out the old glass oil......

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...I stand alone under the glittering stars Miles away from civilization, roads and cars It could be snow, jungles or the desert sand But I am watchful, vigilant, with a gun in my hand Far away in......

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...Tranquil day, Spring on the flood, birds busy with their careworn caution just see how their skills unite to feed and stay the course of life as plants via for so successful photosynt......

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...Tranquil day, Spring on the flood, birds busy with their careworn caution just see how their skills unite to feed and stay the course of life as plants via for so successful photosynt......

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...Forbidden fruit is sweetest, or that’s what they all say So I thought I’d give it a try and went for some today I didn’t know just what to choose something firm and hard or what So I thought I’d take......

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...Such deception at only the price of a cheesy smile. To think I could mingle with the elite. And graze ad-nausium in their playground. No awards are there to shower accolades for such a performance. T......

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...She supervisors the Salon with aplomb Looking after her own clients with skill Yet keeping a watchful eye on all Trainees are dispatched to various duties Computers crash but she handles all Her skil......

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... Al would invite me to his house to jam Couldn’t play Bluegrass; didn’t give a damn When Al brought in a banjo and fiddle He played the bass; I could only twiddle When he said, “a guit......

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