Sainted Poems - Poems about Sainted

The super low-grade low-brow, low-born guy Is not at all a low life, but we don’t know why. Possibly it is the resolve of is sainted mother She made most of her parenting mistakes on his low-brow brother....

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I remember the weight of your glasses Every time I see them on some dorky hero Springtime brings stupid memories Dragged those words on your skin to bring us to zero And they get me going like a voice of a sergeant Ashen memories forever casted in argent Wondering what it'd be like To be reborn Awful, to say the least A knight lifted...

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Tonight, our symphonic flight. On our gold kite aloft, in flowing robes. My white rose tiara, yours of gorgeous green leaves Reflections of the peace which only we experience. Free now, of all earth, its minions its power, its pregnant evil. Breathe deeply your fragrant air, into mine. We live forever in that divine cloud rapture. Never to return, we exist for...

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Honored and Sainted Pictures are to be Painted while people should be Honored and sainted. Jim Horn...

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Have Been Sainted While writing poem to enter in a contest My effort became part of a personal quest To improve all poems each and every one Enjoy writing poetry and have much fun. Comments constantly consider to be great Write more poems causes me to contemplate Regarding all my wording with its content Hopefully, you understand what this meant. Would rather set someone...

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Dissention’s her thirst… Of her presence we are cursed Throwing big stones first...

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