Ounce Poems - Poems about Ounce

...I am but a prisoner held by memories of a grieving mind There seem’s no key that can release me Save the healing hands of time Were I not chained…….so tightly bound by responsibilities ......Read the rest...

...An ounce of kindness Plus a pinch of charity Can feed the hungry......Read the rest...

...Gardening is my all-time favorite hobby. Early morning I get into my garden after my coffee. There the plants greet me with a smile. That’s the moment I feel my efforts are worthwhile.......Read the rest...

...Last winter I refilled my blackened quill with a dose of your sensual sonnets, allowing your soothing voice to be the maestro~ reawakening a cathartic infatuation, whilst drunk on sy......Read the rest...

...A morning coincidence, to school we laughed and skipped - A cloud that drifted through the sky, from my mind it slipped. For many years and then forever, I would forget That happy race with th......Read the rest...

...Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again - updated Steely Dan sing queen (me) outdid himself on sixtieth anniversary after Grahame Wood determined to meet the evolving needs of the communi......Read the rest...

...Poison Poison runs through my veins Circulating throughout my entire body I can feel it deep in my bones Darken every aspect of my soul I use to have the antidote I use to have the will to......Read the rest...

...Being Bob Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and has lost most of his hair. No one pays much attention to Bob, that’s j......Read the rest...

...When the light flickered a shadow whispered, Psst my bubbles, For whom have you mustered, This bear courage to face the fears. Oh her eyes knew, Each ounce, the word of truth Yet silent wa......Read the rest...

... in pain, she bears the Son, the way to life for everyone… in pain, He walks up Golgotha’s hill, where every ounce of His blood, they’ll spill… in pain, we seek Him until His l......Read the rest...

...Cara used to be a swimmer, but she had given it up Her studies were taking every ounce of herself. on a particularly difficult day she visited a pool she dove in and swam, feeling like sunshine r......Read the rest...

...Blade to my wrist like a violin Pain can produce beautiful melodies Composing a constant struggle Orchestrating my own orchestra The cold sharp bow against my strings Vital arteries are ......Read the rest...

... 15 October 1931 was his date of birth, He is a man of infinite worth. Rameshwaram was his birthplace, Poverty was a villain in his case. A very down-to-earth man; As a pape......Read the rest...

... Let the grips ease Around my body Holding me hostage Tearing their claws deep Trying to suffocate me Attempting to crawl into my soul Striving to swallow me whole Before they drown my screa......Read the rest...

... My candle burns at both ends. It will not last the night. But, ah my foes, and oh, my friends, it sheds a lovely light. Author: Edna Saint Vincent Millay Her very first publi......Read the rest...