Shewn Poems - Poems about Shewn

...Every child knows the moon has a face that looks down kindly on the human race. But can anyone ever calm the screams of the frightened child who constantly dreams of the demon face that's never......

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...Glorious Love Time has shewn his face, but free A date the waiting soul to be. Upon thy bed he lay barbed to the sky She wonders if it's time to say goodbye. His finger folds a curl on her ......

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...Gentle sway, glistening color, tingling sound, A chime, the wind. Breeze flowing caressing face, Gazing on nights awesome sky. Rustling leaves under light of moon lit clouds, Reflecting ......

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...The sun and the moon, together, watched over me night and day. In every kind of weather, they'd shine on the place where I play. So, why did the sun hurt the moon, up where she looks down ......

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...Alfred Joyce Kilmer Tribute ''Trees'' via rehash VIDEO presentation: Alfred Joyce Kilmer, penned name, 'Joyce Kilmer,' was killed by a sniper's bullet in WWI at 31 years old, 20 July 30, 1......

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... Tho' bore your fate 'tis artless place you lone Your girth--your hold freedoms--your claims be more Restrained your gambled trade choice place bemoan Shewn thee frankly tho' toughened be your co......

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...Time has shewn his face, but free A date the waiting soul to be. Upon thy bed he lay barbed to the sky She wonders if it's time to say goodbye. His finger folds a curl on her hand It's if a......

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...*Image of A Good Night by Pixabay. Bids Thee A Night of Good O' fairest maiden, thy vaulted domain art free, Doth fleeth from thy bonds of horizons hold, Cast thyself, and claim y......

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...AUDIO: Vienna Boys Choir, 'Pachelbel's Canon in D Major' Trees II By Alfred Joyce Kilmer's Admirer Methinks thus I shalt naught e'er see, A poem lovely as this here tree, D......

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...Should we shed the boy and be a man? Shoot of spirit wild -to be tamed in the tamed land. Where is the proof that this cynical evolution; this cyclical passthrough is a strengthened constitution. ......

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...Trees By Me Thy sun shineth tis countenance, Thy tree tis gift, sparse tis expanse, Tree girth aloft, neath midst remain, Flicketh light burst, ......

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...I think that I shall never see, A poem as lovely as a tree, The sun thus shine its countenance, The tree whose gift, sparse its expanse, Tree girth alo......

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...DARKNESS When first I considered penning a verse for the poetess, The clouds methought would open and show riches, Would say to me happiness be thine, Verily thou shalt be free and fine, The fringed......

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