Second Year Poems - Poems about Second Year

...She Couldn't Take It Anymore College was supposed to broaden her horizons After the second year, she dropped out Fell into the hands of a man Who took her virtue against her will She was a s......

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...Delicate dainty flowers with crisp petals of peach Climbed off of their vines onto the backs of the oranges The rest of the garden grew silent, watching the show What would happen next? Would ther......

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...Don’t Go. On that first day, when I heard what could only be described as thunder from the heavens. I ran to the window and saw you for the first time, you were so tall and a little scary. When y......

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... * I wrote this in my second year here for ‘Darren White’, for he impressed me in so many ways, but mostly as a friend. I lost touch with him over the last couple of years and just learned of his pa......

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...The pink lilies cluster together as if they were in a hug tall and gallant posed they are breathtaking beautiful with a friendly yellow stigma and rusty red filament lively colors that brighten th......

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...The picture stared down at the old man Good times, friends for life The decomposing body was in its second year now The dust and webs had cloaked him like a blanket Giving him comfort tha......

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...Dear mother too-long-gone. One year, second year of motherless mother’s days. Never thought you’d be the first to go, over many who seemed more likely, but I’m not God. He knew. He knew…we al......

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...Passover’s month is the New Year for Israelite Kings I know that seems like a crazy thing… but back in the day Jews used to date the start of a king’s reign by its proximity to Nisan......

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...IV. Lia called himself a woman, though his chromosomes disagreed, inside he felt he was female, he made that his identity. In the second year of high school, the woke faculty played along, b......

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...Would twelve thirty work? Sure, I say. What day? She gives me a sideways glance. “Today?” “Sure,” I agree. ” Why not?” A glimmer of surprise flits across her eyes. She is pretty inflexible, so s......

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...The Second Year of Barely Breathing David J Walker When can we breathe again exhaling the dust Of a long-lost day Safe from the safe distance Look them in the eye and pray a prayer Of res......

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...Cold starting the car on a crisp autumn morning my Dad wasn't the happiest bloke, put antifreeze in it, ran the engine, ten minutes and then he could pull out the choke. On his pale blue Austin t......

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...The boy's eyes were like his mother's, His persona was as cool as his father's, He was lucky enough to conquer the killing spell, That daunting night that eventually was his personal hell. Swat......

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...Ed was born forty-two years back, and even since the age of ten he’d looked with enrapt eyes upon the heroics of firemen. He wanted to join their number, to rescue folks when in danger, he’d go......

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...Tattoo Belly is coming, the army whispered, clearly disturbed by the idea Yet excited too, for we had heard how many heads he loped off in the last war. I looked for my trust squire. Her face was a......

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