Shoulder Poems - Poems about Shoulder

The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster, and they were made of paper, they were bare… It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces, and they were made of paper, they were bare… Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy, and through them they were still smiling, not caring for the bitter cold, in defiance of...

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As I held him close aboard this morning's earliest train, I had an epiphany that my love for him will never wane And I will be with him through all of life's pleasure and pain....

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I remembered when you came for my birthday. It was years ago. Ten to be exact. You would not go home and stood long You almost slept in my bed since it was late Oh how it could have been a date Eight years prior I had dreamed that we would be in each others fate Well, with me that night...

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Sometimes a curtain, might block out the sun daylight I’m certain, meant for everyone to shine on big things, that we need to do to shine on small things, when they matter too Sometimes the whole world, is just ten-foot square four walls without words, to say if they care for all those big things, that we try and do or all...

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Chocolate ice cream, you've been waiting, But my temptation is abating.. I've laid to rest the chocolate ooze, Today, there's another one I choose. Sending regards to both bean and cow, Caramel crunch is my main squeeze now....

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It would be easier carry the world on the back, if everyone participated with your shoulder...!...

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There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth. He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One...

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There's a little bug on my shoulder But it won't go away There's a little bug on my shoulder I shrug But I guess it's here to stay There's a little bug on my shoulder It's starting to itch There's a little bug on my shoulder I wish somebody would kill the son-of-a- There's a little bug on my shoulder That's making me want to...

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Margaret is astounded That someone dare call her prissy persnickety, uptight, queen She gives the man her coldest meanest shoulder his eyes captivate her imagination her telltale cheeks flush pink...

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This head that we have but it's not be a burden upon our shoulders. In between the space of our skull and our mind, May our heart process be pure and soften. May we use gracious words. Father teach me to listen and speak right... "Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul...

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As the sun sets, this mortal world is an hour older The darkness without warmth is always a bit colder Stones past along the way some the size of small to boulder Life's highway is punctuated by mile markers on both shoulder Are they memories or just distances placeholder? As fires long burn out, their ashes still find ways to...

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We all get to choose who we are by virtue of what we do, every moment of every day. Actions have consequences. But if we choose to do the right thing in each moment, we remain on a righteous path and leave a trail of good as our legacy. Angel on your shoulder By Michelle Morris...

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I am beginning to reckon That to Miss Tracy I beckon I permit to my image ruin With the strength of the rains of June; In the end self-esteem erode And parts of my flesh corrode And Miss Tracy lavishly goad To balance on my shoulders load I should see its rubbishy content To delay not a vile intent… I’m now some cycle Tracy rode, For...

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The weather around is quite cold sometimes, The glorious plants are now a frozen sight. The always angry sea is locked in a frigid bite, The beautiful sky is now grey, black and white. The sound of happiness is now pitch silence and cries, The oh so twinkling stars are now a sight for the sore eyes. The crackling laughter now...

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How could I forget This battle isn't over yet Satan offers up some short term gain Unto an everlasting death The rebellion pushes me to join And it's eternal blood their spilling With God I have the strength to fight back But I am not always willing "Take heart," says Jesus, from the edge of the road "Did I forsake you? Would I ever? Lock...

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