Rove Poems - Poems about Rove

...So you can define a tree From a forest if its near But I cannot make you see And my words you cannot hear You destroyed a lilac grove You’re a beast with no remorse I don’t share your need to ......

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...Ella Cuthbert lived with her husband John, in an age of twinkling stars; They had a little dog named Alfie, who loved riding in pretty, swift cars. Alfie was loved by those who knew him, ......

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...Inspired by Prince Roger Nelson`s song “Play in the Sunshine”. ************************************************************** Flying Like a Lark ......

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...A ghost set out one moonlit night, His tattered sheet made quite the sight. He’d planned to haunt with eerie flair, But his faint glow was thin and rare. He floated high, then snagged a tree, ......

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...There's no horizon left, I was awake and slept.— Moon was aligned with Stars and my own myth. Night reveals the intense love, Which were kept hidden in light.— Dreams felt like a curse, Tur......

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...love rove hove move lore door......

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...Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill; Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills. With Mother and Father and sister, Ava,......

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... Wee ditty about the loudly, proudly beating heart of our oh so pretty city. No hustling..strolling along...to the rolling soundtrack..bustling throng A musky busker hums, strums and sings t......

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...One takes what does not belong In depths of darkness, moonlight night Daylight's ruins, breathless soul it feeds Our demeanor broken beneath the flesh Heart broken, emotion of evil devour H......

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...Dr. Foster lived in old fashioned London, and was content to stay there; As red roses are content being caressed, by the wind from everywhere. Dr. Foster loved his daily routine, like the......

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...Fare thee ill my lovely Fair though thou art and lively Far from home dost thou now live For my love not a toss dost thou give Fired with desire abroad to rove First thought in thy heart a ric......

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... Dare not rove in the woods on Halloween There are witches there who are best not seen They tempt one with brew that resembles stew Truth is what goes in the brew’s not for you. They ......

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...I am sitting in this cabin, ’twas built so long ago up here in the wild mountains, has a big bay window, a vast and sprawling forestscape greets my wandering eyes, then comes that familiar urge......

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...In time shadows in an old windy shed are names of sojourners who've passed this way; now my wandering boot does older tread where I passed on a long forgotten day. I see their faces on wa......

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...Glisten like the moonlight in my eyes Listen to the words of my mouth now I crumble, I stumble upon my speech I assume, I resume on like you’re out of my reach I listened to your lies… I am n......

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