Proudly Poems - Poems about Proudly

Seems I've never done a 'back-to-school' poem Why should I have? I never left ......

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Travel with what we proudly bag; Not what down images drag; In a mirror capture you with some lag: A dog that wouldn’t its tail wag… So, suspend you shall buying a lot For some colorful shirt, very hot! No more of the fabrics that sag Or I shall nastily continue to nag About the one I now see – A...

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Before the lion-tempered winds of March returned Trashing yellowed petals of fragile, tiny crocus bloom I breathed fury from the bitter, tainted love I spurned And walked away, even though her anger spelled doom In my unwavering path away, I swept clean the room, I packed fragments of unblemished love that were right Carried them confidently into the darkness of...

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~profound peace prepares proudly~ 3/8/2021 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©...

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By Parizo Van Thulare The land of my great grandfathers , The city of beautiful daughters , Raised with love and care by their hard working Mothers , Together they planted love , Lived so lovely as those birds from Alaska with blue feathers. Surrounded by the Smashing mountains of Drakensberg , Down to Mohlatsengwane river , There lies...

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Immigration discrimination “go back to where you came from” I hear him shout “go home” “ get out”. I wear my colour everyday I’m proud of who I am. I was born this way. Brexit Exit what a loud of bull. British born and bread white, black, brown and green. stop the hating airport interrogating. I...

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PROUDLY TATTOOED Proudly tattooed I am for you, I saw you going to have one too, My ink is stained, For I never feigned, To have one alone, we are a crew! Only your eyes will bear on it, And mine on yours, so it is fit, Will we become addicted? O what the heck, it’s predicted, We’ll never see fit to quit! Tattooing is...

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An old soldier was sitting on a park bench When I happened to stop and rest awhile He said I’m getting weary of these days As I see my old comrades fade away He looked at the poppy I was wearing You know your poppy should be worn with pride With some saying men should wear it on the left...

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So Proudly Trump Failed When down everyone Trump again hailed, Said to them so proudly I have failed; Had to admit, Together forget; Down under bills sank and not sailed. James Horn Without Trump, the Reporter's Supper was great. Trump like a swan is a Trumpeter; Loud noice and fat neck have to endure....

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And it will be served proudly Shore to shore, long highways roam undignified through heartlands of wounded fields, crying overgrown long of factories closed, unemployment, crime, homes foreclosed on, lives given to dust, coughed in past dreams now dissipating along barren horizons, where prosperity once flourished and visions found a future waiting, not running to hide behind another’s idea of the perfect...

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Judge me, all ye judges All ye, without guilts. Spit your verdicts I'm prepared lick the muck. . Point fingers at me Men with polished nails. Condemn me Men with vile tongues. . Guilty! I plead To all charges Levied at me. . I desire sanctions Appropriate measures, ruled. . 'I was asked out As a life long mate I concurred For I was yet a lad. . Days died, days lived Months grew old and grey Years rode...

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I ‘m the ecstasy of unborn hopes and dreams The frankincense in the moon The tide in the ocean I’m the reason for the morning The pathway that leads to life I’ m the epitome of wonders yet to be known I’m the reason why the world will laugh and smile I’m the virgin source of fragile dreams The oracle that holds beauty...

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Proudly I look, proudly I see. You are nothing, nothing like me. But do not cry, do not feel sad. Not being me is not that bad...

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Once more stirs the leafless wood As the wind of winter blows-- Not at all the place for these: And yet proudly pink, she grows! ~Mel~...

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Yes I am African, And proud to be one. Yes I am black, And from the third world, Full of hunger and drought, Poverty and doubt, Lack of opportunities and all, But am I not alive? That is enough to love my motherland. My hoolahoop may have been an old bicycle tyre, My dining table around a fire, My alarm clock a cock's crow, And my lamp a lantern's...

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