Prize Poems - Poems about Prize

If I ruled the world I'd take the game and change it. A prize worth the fight....

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When a heart grows wings And we accept a ride The heavens open And we are pulled inside Every fiber of our being comes alive Our souls become vessels Where joy reside We welcome each moment As a long-for prize New songs are born And old ones die Life’s mountains flee Away our troubles fly The universe sparkles When a heart grows wings And we accept the ride ...

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“The Juniper Prize: Between the Known and the Unknown” That man built a house of straw and sticks and the stories that burned within - all consuming the titled prize; like a bird sings a song the metre repeats and sticks. yet, another banner, belies an untitled grimm feast for sore hungry eyes - ravenous writers devour their characters easily mindful, with or...

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Be humble in your personality knowing the prize set before you humanly speaking it seems impossible but God is calling what you are to do Perfection can't be found in this life so make no claim to have done so but make it your constant aim that godly traits to consistently show The Apostle here speaks plainly that Christ Jesus held him true to follow...

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The last resort of the department store Purchasing my bones in the flesh Native thorns contempting robes Reciprocities without enough city Familiar silvers behind glass windows Tracking of least haunted strain Fellow of coal Liberty absconds the brazen doors of eden Bludgeoning heart muscle of castings lapse Strung letting of hummingbirds pain Calling froth of tomorrow Beastly hauling of coppered stones Blanks of tomb Witched at birth ...

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I'm holding on to You Lord I can't wait to see Your face I'm blessed to know You care for me heaven is the perfect place Come Lord Jesus, come to my aid Show me a future pure and bright I can't wait to see Your face Come down Lord, let me see Your Light So much so You are my very prize I...

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Got my last name, It’s Privislav until the day that I die. Glass full of pain, Paint thinner halves the days I have alive. Tomorrow is yesterday by the time the check came on by, I cast my net out wide, But the catch ain’t the same. Can’t even dash, I just gotta dine. Sipping on...

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He’d love her forever, he’d said. She’d married his best friend instead. Ten long years have passed since that day When his ex-friend stole her away. So long ago it was, and yet No way could he ever forget. She never knew how he missed her. He went and married her sister. ...

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I won a poetry prize to go visit the lake isle of Innisfree. But I didn't wanna go, cuz there's nothing there I particularly wanted to see. I hear there's just a clay-and-wattles cabin with a bunch a bees a-blabbin' and nine rows of beans, and that doesn't really interest me. ...

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You believe you’re the prize, your beauty your only claim, but beauty fades; character remains. In twenty years, what will you be? Will you grow wiser, kinder, and free? Will you strive for your best, or settle for the mundane, or will you rise, climb higher, leaving the ordinary behind? Do you seek validation, your worth reflected through me? I am focused;...

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The elixir, the liquid transparent treasure flowing through the caverns of rocks unto the unfathomable abysmal layers of the Garden, Replete in rivers, streams, brooks and cascades. Who gave you all these? Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien ! Les arbres, les herbs the fauna et flora on the valleys and the peaks of mountains, plains and prairies,...

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Poetry Soup rhymes with Poetry Group not to mention Poetry Loop as well as Poetry Troupe Poetry Troop, ...

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prize winning pumpkin one hundred and eighty pounds iowa state fair...

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To the red dust of the Highveld plains and KwaZulu koppies; Where young feet roamed and in its earth-breathe did romp Beneath golden haze, as in an oil canvas, the sunset lay ...

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Be young my boy Don’t rush to grow The secrets of age will soon be told Fish in creeks Gaze at the sky Stay young and curious for a while Laugh from your belly Wink and grin Hit a ball with a stick you don’t need to win Dance to the music in your head Move here or there as Simon says For soon enough time marches on That little...

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