Soring Poems - Poems about Soring

...Morning fever from a sleepless night Soring eyes against the light Throat that sores from barking strong The yesterdays out in a song Here I stand I feel the heat That tries to surge my d......

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...A Common Starling Ah! Such rare birds They live unprotected by those who say that they would stand with them Poor little black birds They don't survive for long The mamas pray For a brighter......

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...Sometimes I wonder, What its like to be a bird. Soring in the sky, So very high, Free as the wind carries, Their small delicate bodies, Away from the noise, and the bright city lights. Awa......

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... chaos seeks an impression this paved means to extend leading to the latest of bitter ends the intent of happenstance suits my pen down to the motives compromise strives for a ......

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...Soring starting to peer through the ground, Snowdrops and crocuses all around. The silent sounds of spring, What good weather God will bring. The beautiful house standing tall, An exquisite ......

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...The Lost Bird In The Sky Somewhere there sits a lone man at a bar filled with lowlifes lost in his thoughts mad at the world and at her it's eight in the morning and dawn is long past and i......

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...Soring high, wings spread Dashing in and out the clouds Racing with the wind, unknown to the sun She draws her name in the sky Claiming ownership to it's beauty Worries has never entered her No......

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...Soring through the sky, Spreading your wins, Seeing the site, In three dimensions, The eye of an eagle, Beautiful creatures they are, The wing span they have, Could cover you up, Perching on ......

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...Yep, this summer is sooo nice - Everything's running as in a race. It's hot, you ask the nurse for ice To cool off your wicked long-haired face. Windows bear long water drop hues, Quirky bird......

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...I had thought that by now I'd be a silk laced image in her beautiful, brown eyes, by now I'd thought I was her's to hold and to keep, to snuggle with in lonesome nights, when there was nothing on the......

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...Stranded on the road again With a pack of cigarette and jar of wine And a snoozed up box and a leaked tank In a cold-desert known as end of the world My heart scampers for a soul for help With ......

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...Harare This is the City that never sleeps- Life in every lane stirs or creeps Full of laughter and hardly weeps. Roads are lined with trees in bloom that torch to flight all the gloom as......

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...Dedicated to: (Maestro Marinero) Antonio B. Dublado I could've been on the stage applauded by spectators old and young A vibrant lad and appealing, so well I could sing and dance. But when I saw......

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...The Difference My Life He Did Make Precious are the memories which lift my soul Soring to heights of remembered laughs The joys having made eternal will always last Good experiences for the lessons ......

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...Way up high In the sky That’s where we will be-will be Soring there In the air Up above the clouds You and I Way up high Where the birds fly You are safe- safe with me Soring there Throu......

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