Prest Poems - Poems about Prest

...I think that I shall never see A bug as ugly as a flea. A flea whose chewing mouth is prest against the doggie’s hairy chest. A flea that bites the beast all day, And lifts its bristled legs to ......

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... We all headed off from Chingford, from good old London Town Us the McGregor Brothers, and 'Pigman' our murdering clown Leaving the 'Turtle and Monkey' very close to 'Dorset Street' Whe......

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...PEN BY: OWEN HAMALALA I am that toxic lover That's why I choose to hide from the face of the earth Oho Yes am the downfall of every love story I ever indogied myself in Cause I just show ......

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... Written: April 13, 2024 Rumi Quote: "I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God" 2nd contest winner ......

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...UNTITLED POEM 10 PEN BY: OWEN HAMALALA I am that toxic lover That's why I choose to hide from the face of the earth Oho Yes am the downfall of every love story I ever indogied myself in ......

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...The honeydew on lashes freeze And freeze with awe the sinking heart Oh misty scenes by window's pane Thy sight my gloomy soul has fraught Oh that I fly as angels do Oh that I may in thy heart ......

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...How Pale the Poem! (An Echo Poem) (1) Are poems lovely as night's stars? Aren't all more fireflies viewed in jars? * * Faint points of light ma......

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...A poem lovely as an ocean, God created words that were spoken. An ocean's sapphire blue length and breadth, In its womb creatures play in its depth. An ocean's play upon the waves tease, I c......

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...I know that I shall never see a creation as lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast A tree that looks at God all day And lifts its leafy......

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...With pride to boast when gnarled in vines that seek to take as nature's own this citadel of time will be defined more than just letters carved in stone Though time and tangl......

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...I THINK that I shall never see A bug as ugly as a flea. A flea whose chewing mouth is prest against the doggie’s hairy chest; A flea that bites the beast all day, And lifts its bristled legs......

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...my war are prest in books i don''t know the horror of the piciors the pain and the dead my war two min silents every jear i don''t know it but i know the past and respect the pain of sorro......

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