One Hundred Thirty Poems - Poems about One Hundred Thirty

...I live, letting life’s events blow along with the wind; inhaling the scented, crisp breeze. I seldom sit down and question my purpose, instead I flow from the water which I arose from. Though the wat......

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...Seven hundred poems, One hundred thirty days; A couple of purebreds, And more than a few strays. I'm sure I'll add a few Before my turn is done; In honor of the day, Here's s......

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...Brother Felix Manalo Was chosen to do God's will; The people of the world saw That his election was real. The Lord God's last messenger Came from the isles of the sea; Called by the loving ......

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...One hundred thirty degrees yesterday. Somewhere on the border between Nevada and California... I wear wet clothes.. I do it on purpose. Wet and cold. I have no ac.......

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...Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom Garden flowers whisper Peeking through tree branches, heads nod Vines twine graceful arbor crown Rows covered with p......

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...Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom Garden flowers whisper Peeking through tree branches, heads nod Vines twine graceful arbor crown Rows covered with p......

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...in the corner of smoke filled pool hall you sat peering as you quaffed another beer your umber eyes locked in the beryl of mine lost temporarily in the depths you flashed a smile that s......

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...If all could be said With one hundred thirty six words Could my thoughts be coherent Would words travel in herds Would they race across pages receiving thunderous applause Would they cause ......

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...In June of 1886, A German sailor tossed A bottle with a message Overboard, where it got lost. The ship, en route to Indonesia, Left from Cardiff, Wales, The bottle an experiment To track the......

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...With your diploma in hand, you stand smiling, one of one-hundred-thirty-four graduates of law from Willamette’s Class of 2009 to walk across that stage. I give a cheer. Your father, ......

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...Day after day I sit, poised deep in thought and contemplation while tourists stop and stare at me with eyes of admiration Sometimes they seem hypnotized, looking without blinking I wonder what......

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...You are the rarest and the heaviest Of all our precious metals here on Earth… Your sisters, Gold and Silver, are stockpiled... But you are not...in case supply runs low. To generate one ounce o......

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...You wanna know why I read? I read because books are my escape. I read because the friends I have in books are so much truer than the friends I have in real life. I read because in books I am as breat......

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...More than two years it be since me old dad had to fly. I miss him you know, he was my best friend. I miss the twinkle in his Scottish,Irish,American eyes, a kind and caring Gent was he. Times the......

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...for you, I'd go through one hundred thirty six realms of hell my eyes burning with poems, place the red leaf of it in your hands, I would breathe into your mouth your Venus on a half-shell, ne......

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