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Stress September Poems

These Stress September poems are examples of September poems about Stress. These are the best examples of September Stress poems written by international poets.


September 12th 2019 1200 Pm
September 12th, 2019...12:00 p.m.
inspection/ emission finally possible
but...hopes dashed to smithereens

August thirty first
two thousand nineteen shortly past,
no matter 2009 Hyundai Sonata at long last
scheduled with ample...

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Categories: september, 11th grade, 12th grade,



Greet the 27th Day In September Morn
I-'ll let you hear the wind whispers 
S-oftly beneath the white clouds in the sky, 
M-inding the joy on your birthday; 
A-ccept my warm wishes...

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Categories: september, birthday,

Gladness In Twelfth September
G-ladness in twelfth September
L-ets you feel a thousand thrill; 
E-vening shadows disappear, 
N-ew dawn warms the chill.

B-ash in twelfth September
E-radicates the sadness; 
R-apture has just...

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Categories: september, birthday,

Thousand Thrill of Tenth September
S-eptember tenth thousand thrill
H-as caused big excitement; 
I-t also brings million mirth, 
R-apture and pure enjoyment.
L-et your heart feel the joy
E-cstasy and total cheer; 
Y-our...

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Categories: september, birthday,

September Ninth Event
L-et September ninth event
E-xempt you from stress; 
A-llowing you to relax and free your mind from mess.

L-et September ninth event
H-elp you to relieve the pain;...

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Categories: september, birthday,



Premium Member Journal Entry, September 12, 2016
 
It snowed last night and outside my window is a winter wonderland.
It is -6, sunny and the wind is 24 kilometers, the afternoon
temperature will...

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Categories: september, spiritual,

September 15, 2015
In beauty
There is pain
But what
Do we gain?

High heels
Small meals
More stress
Eat less

But if
We eat more
We grow
Big as a door

Eat less
Stress less
Don't make a mess
This I confess...

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Categories: september, beautiful, body, feelings, irony,

Along Came September
How can I fall asleep when I have nothing to look forward to tomorrow?
I'm the walking dead drowning in my own sorrow.
When will this nightmare...

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Categories: september, abuse, anger, dark, hurt,


Book: Shattered Sighs