Short High Grade Poems
Short High Grade Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about High Grade by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about High Grade by length and keyword.
Happy birthday, Sister Misel,
A good mental challenge is made;
A riddle offers a puzzle,
Right answer deserves a high grade.
Topic: Birthday of Misel R. Adapon (March 24)
Blue haze walk in a park
High grade habitual words
Blueberry mental acupuncture
Lost in orbit little brother
Hush, wish you were mine pixels
Serene cashmere solitudes-so they say
Alleycat summer slumber Jazz
Music never ending, true friends.
Yay! I made it at last;
though it did'nt come as
fast;
though it seemed hope
had past;
yet I made it at last;
A Worthwhile journey i
won't trade;
though mistakes were
made;
though prices were paid;
Still I made it in high grade;
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M-ade in the shade,
E-ach time there's thing to do;
R-egardless of the situation,
C-omfort comes to
Y-ou.
N-ever fear the storm
O-f life that you encounter;
T-ry your best to brave
A-ny kind of wind or weather.
R-each the high grade of faith,
T-ill woes and worries fade;
E-arly twenty-fifth of July, you have it made in the shade.
S-tay steadfast in faith,
H-ope and love as well;
I-nstead of losing ground,
E-arnestly obey God's will.
L-et not your faith fade, follow the Lord's command;
A-llow your soul to be saved by the Father's helping hand.
K-eep your trust alive,
W-ith conviction in high grade;
O-n the nineteenth of January,
N-ever let your faith fade.
A-s you have high grade faith,
M-oving mountain is easy;
B-raving the weather is fine,
E-arly thirty-first of January.
T-he high grade hope is needed to face the bleak tomorrow;
H-azy horizon turns clear, canceling the signs of sorrow.
B-enevolence of your heart
I-s making the forlorn fight fade;
L-ife is in harmony and peace,
O-nce your love is in high
G-rade.
Jeff eyes a life of High Grade.
He shall into wall paints wade:
Blocks for coats that won’t fade;
Jeff shall self stretch for High Grade,
Others, too, for the eyed grade:
Build a house bandits can’t raid,
Rooms like heaven on earth laid,
Cool canopy for a shade…
A vain Jeff for High Grade
Vows to each year sack a maid,
New week a new order made;
Wages much delayed, then paid…
For the necks he’ll slit’ with blade,
Cursed is Jeff’s quest for High Grade.
You haven’t Miss Ann paid
That which workers aid
And for which contracts are made.
Miss Ann, still unpaid,
Is, till date, Your Best Maid,
Her stewardship of High Grade
Errands running, unafraid.
Your fame might just fade
With Ann left unpaid
And for the nothing you’ve said
Into a scandal wade;
Bleeding with a blade
A Lady for wages prayed
And a trust laid.
So, torture thou not Ann:
To everybody, a fan;
A most seasoned cook
You never her dishes forsook.