Stature Poems - Poems about Stature

Birds that sing are doing so in praise of nature truly great people are not proud of their stature. _____________________________ ...

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Some people – unpopular in stature – Slip away into death unnoticed Softer than a falling feather That little earns a second glance But the good deeds of their lives Grow – recount a love that’s long And with increasing strength – strive To tell of hope...

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SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! While I decorate my shelves Please don't make fun of his height He's just one of Santa's Elves...

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“With sacred status as a forgiven sinner, saved by God with His love, I accept the sacred duty to live for Him.” by the Poet Sacred indeed is my stewardship* task Spiritually entrusted by the Lord Settling me to use granted resources Sincerely with my best along His grace. Sacred truly is my servanthood role Sublimely bestowed with God’s compassion Strengthening me...

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Find my glutton for this rap button to come sneaking up on em/ I’m pretty good at running so let me run it up on em/ Time for me to gain traction with these tracks slung/ Alive more than I ever been in action go figure/ Never still with my stature my line’s never flat sir/ Hearts even more on...

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Scottie dog on his walk parading onto sidewalks of quiet drama his bristling, buoyant hop ...

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In a nostalgic scene of my childhood* dramatic moment… …. there was I … The only girl among three siblings most beloved by my dear family as the darling princess oh, pampered stature I held for almost five years… then… I felt dethroned…. by a brand new baby “ so prettily cute…” ~~~~~~~ Pain gripped me then as one helplessly robbed of a precious...

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Reservoir Filled with quiet secrets Often hidden from our sight There's stillness to the surface In depth, there's strength and might. People gather and are drawn to The impressive stature, surely There is peace around this entity In spite of walls, so burly Made by man it may be But a lesson lies within.. There's a sense of holy presence...

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Oh mighty friend Tall and strong I listen to your silent song And wonder how Such truth can be Embodied here So gently. And as we stand and share this ground, The wonder of you all around, A prayer within me starts to rise. A sapling reaching for the skies. Deep within I know it's true To strive and grow; Be more like you. My heart cries out,...

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My child… My child newborn Feels earthly warmth My joy abounds. My child now young Hears yes, no, maybe My sky’s the limit. My child gains stature Sees viewpoints, images, illusions My world surrounds. My child still cautious Speaks mirrored words My heart swoons. My child reaches wider Investigates with why My brain electrifies. My child examines afar Investigates with why My being sparkles. My child now wiser Thinks balanced wants more My presence explores. My child...

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Biblical animal of excellence Exemplifying meekness’ verity The sheep champions benevolence-sweetness Epitomized by Christ, “the Lamb of God*.” Testifying about the good Shepherd** Who leads toward abundant green pastures Ushering near refreshing clear waters The sheep*** is kept in His compassion’s care. Midst confusion and distraction distress The sheep, discerning well the Shepherd’s voice Indeed follows, takes heed obediently Safeguarded inside sheepfold’s warm haven. Contributing much to...

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The irony of mother nature Posed with forefathers of Africa Is the stature of comic posture When proud butterfly in beauty Dances on defecation of ugly donkey Seeking the normalcy of natural reality From obnoxious comedy of derogatory ignominy......

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WHEN STATURE IS A FORM OF GRACE Red hair, skin sweet apple, Her face like a geisha quiet yet armed with falcon eyes You'll see. His nose: sharp like a knife. Alone, she has no friend, was this the way she's meant to be shadowed? Lonely with hurt anew she sighs deep like furnace with only a dolesome ballad to sing. For she was different, demure in every...

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My old guitar is outta tune But thats not far from where I loom. The brittle strings once strong and proud Still try to ring just not as loud. My crackling voice a message blurred I have no choice by age obscured. This scratched up frame my loss of drive Should hope refrain from which i strive?...

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