Sentry Poems - Poems about Sentry

In this charming retreat, the silence of nature and hills talk to me, whispers of forgotten tales in the breeze, of hidden secrets of times bygone, an era of luxury and grandeur, where every stone holds a story untold. In the marble statues and king-size portraits, etched in elegance, they gaze through time, their faces frozen in an eternal grace, gripping the pulse of...

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SENTRY Be ever on duty, it is surely best Never sleep, or even try to rest Or risk losing some precious zest No need to puff out your chest So proud of the regiment’s crest Yet by its history, not obsessed But hope it might not be the test Whether mere monitor or guest Only if one is correctly dressed Wishing visitors to be impressed But...

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Sentry is the sunset, as I de and compress Optimism is a way to scrub the hopelessness Perhaps I'll escape perdition with a healthy dose of beauty paste Will insecurities vanities blind me pitifully to the incoming waste No, this corner would not be built into the path if it weren't meant to be walked down and turned Growth is...

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A huge, magnificent sycamore stands Like a sentry overlooking my yard As towering proof that nature demands A posture unknown to human regard It is my home’s elegant bodyguard. I fear a tornado’s fierce straight-line wind Will bring this tree to an undesired end, Toss it like a toothpick over the fence Snapping it off because it does not bend Trimming it back certainly...

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The well, worn carpet Underneath our windows Of our sentry post, Through which we peer Into the unknown For a spectral hand, Invisible to the human eye, Our hearts and spirits As anxious and worn As the carpet worn smooth Underneath our feet. The fear of that hand, Knowing that its bony touch goes Undetected as it strokes The face of its victims, Robbing scent from The nostrils, Transforming bodies into over-heated...

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Y!...P!M! : asked the sentry at the door of waking -------------------------------------------------------- yup...past midday! (yawning...pondering...mmmmm) yammered past midnight yacking propels me yards...plows mental yesteryears pathways...mountainous yes...puzzling maybe yet productivity means yachting problems minimizing yawls...pacifying memories yearning...premeditations materialized years previous...managable yen-pen moment yang potential mediums yielding...perpetual music... yelling pesters me...

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A wee fellow, sporting an outsize bold-orange chest The male of the species, ever doing his best To protect his shyer, pale-chested mate Back and forth struts Mr. Robin 'cross yard and fence Twitching and turning, movements taut and tense A most dutiful look-out, if not so in actual name ~...

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Sentry sits alone, Amid fallen heroes graves. He was their symbol. Quietly he sits. It is fitting he keep watch, For they gave their all....

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perched on purple coneflower, red-winged blackbird darkens nest 5/31/2018 *darkens - makes less clear...

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Lord, watch over me this night As I guard my soldiers as they sleep. Overhead, the stars are sharp and bright, And the sky is clear and dark, and deep. For I know that they depend on me As I know that I depend on You. Keep my heart awake that I might know Out here among the foe That You...

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I have seen your wall So delicate in place Cool and rich as earth Beneath my hand I trace Adorn with shells and feathers Rings intricate as lace...

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Grey bowed wing heron lands as sentry of quick death ~ pickerels dart deep ....

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Posed such, in its formidable array would guess that all protection in refer not deem my soul respectively, relay but from some archway's character of serve! That guard of my esteem, not turning gray is from some inner peace, not just of nerve the loyalty I've bridged by my own stay now chances not its entry as conserve. For naught the times, nor...

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it's been two hundred years that I have stood here Casting my silent signal on the sea Warning those that venture near my coastline Protecting those that place their trust in me On this rocky crest I am the master The crashing surf bowing at my feet My eye guides the fate of weary sailors Anxious for their voyage to complete Weigh your...

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Just as Jesus watches over you from Heaven, we will watch from here. You kept us safe and gave your life, a debt we cannot repay. Go bravely into the afterlife, this you need not fear. Know that we are so proud of you and for your soul we pray. God has placed a sentry at your grave, his...

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