Steven Poems - Poems about Steven

Steven a wonder cursed to be a man, The world made to his plan, He works towards valiancy and tranquility, Steven a victim of crime and pain, A warrior a man held in high regards killed in disdain, He lost his life fighting for our future, His wounds unable to be sutured, Lost his life to that Mega Dart, That Nerf war so...

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As a comic book artist, his look was quite frail until Rogers then took a powerful serum. Bad fellows now fear him. He fights crime now. No writing a book! May 31, 2022 for Robert James Liguori's Captain America Poetry Contest...

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Steven Rogers was born in New York in nineteen twenty, a sweet boy. A comic book artist, born to poor Irish immigrants, their pride and joy. Wanted to join the military and fight Nazis when he was twenty-one. He was little, too scrawny, he lacked muscles. “Just hand me a gun!” Comic book writers Jack Kirby and Joe...

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Steven heard his hot neighbor’s unstable, but he said, “Come for lunch today, Mable.” Sexy words from her mouth caused a stirring down south. They enjoyed more than lunch on the table. February 5, 2020 Contest: Your Best New Limerick Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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O the depth of language, all of them, Hebrew most of all, as we go to the Psalms Where David (and Moses, less often) drew Daring pictures of El Shaddai, Yah, in warmth And Justice, Judgment and Mercy: CHESED That is why I pray for Kings; by THE KING I am led! David Rees began to dive into Hebrew As I had...

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Landscape Bright Art White Sierra rights Expression Bleeds freedom When we are free to fly Lofty are the white skies Lest we forget Always remember...

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He has the biggest heart. He enjoys doing things for other people Just because it’s the right thing to do, and Knowing he made someone happy makes him happy too. He’ll do whatever he can to satisfy Everyone around him. But what about himself? He always says the right things at the right time. He’s the first to console an upset friend And take...

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I wanna go to a poetry cafe.... In a pink beret and two giant earrings Sporting a very serious intelligent expression which is obviously not my own So ill borrow it from some super being like Steven Fry Just for the night (he can sit at home looking daft, looking me) As i fly into the realms of fantasy Stood...

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Vendors ready, About an hour til start, Year plus of prep, It's no walk in the park Creative drive in full speed, Every situation plants a seed, Networking channel in high demand, Without it small guys fall in quick sand Alive with the childhood glow Proud of their fleets, it's shows, Displays plotted to attract consumers One showcase highlights Honeymooners, The goal is to break even, No instructions,...

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S o perfect for me in every way, T hank God for you everyday; E verything about you is pure, V ain and sometimes insecure; E njoyed is my time spent with you, N ever will I say we’re through....

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Golden sincere guitar player Serious musical slayer True love lightening bolt stayer Strong diligent brave man Kiss bare neck hit a new layer I love more than I plan. For Rime Coulee Contest Autumn Ehrhardt...

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Sargeant! SIR. As you were. We must take hill 43. Air strike, First. Then the worst. You'll lose half your company. Cooper, Johnson, O'Riely, Smith. Another Mission; This is OUR fifth. Charge! said Sarge. And charge We did. Into a living HELL. Death the only smell. Should Company B forget this place. There lies O'Riely, without a face. Coopers' leg still on the hill. He feels the pain in that leg; still. The Bravest ...

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To my hero, Silent and heard. To my Army manlet, Make your country proud. To my tard, Sorry, but you'll always be one. To my opponent, Sorry for all the arguments… that you lost! To my chauffeur, Thanks for carting me around. To my runner, Sprint fast and hard. To my rock, No I’m not talking about your abs. To my partner in crime, We’ll count presents another...

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S pellbinding T empting, E ntrancing V aliant E rotic N irvana...

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Steven…his name rolls off my tongue, Capturing my soul, Filling every aspect of my life, Saving me from myself, Steven…seizing my essence, Claiming my heart, Demanding my love, Drinking in my core, Steven… The only name that makes me melt, That makes my knees weak every time I hear it, Makes my heart beat faster and faster, Evoking feelings so deep inside me, Steven… The love of my life! ~For...

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