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String Of Beads Poems - Poems about String Of Beads


DESCENT AND ASCENT
...DESCENT AND ASCENT Down here amongst the mud and weeds Now I know where disappointment leads All life’s chances are as a string of beads And if explored or ignored, one by one Whether cold ice......

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Categories: string of beads, future,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Hanging Beads
...What is so special about these hanging beads…dance partners with the trees… dangling from our porch..swaying in the breeze? Is it the way they frame the view…how they’re pleasing to the eye how ......

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Categories: string of beads, giving,
Form: Rhyme



The Gardner a Disqualified Poem On Lemons
...Lemons, their squeezed juice that trickles down the chin, and slides through the fingers, is the sunlight that warms an April eve' for the first time since the previous April. ......

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Categories: string of beads, appreciation, art, beauty,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Priest
...Yesterday, the father, in the soft brown shroud of peace, blessed the rosary I got in your honor. A Franciscan priest, a man of the mission, placed his warm hand over mine and the crystal......

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Categories: string of beads, bereavement, religion,
Form: Free verse
Nelson Mandela
...He fell in the world like dripping rain He shone in the land like a moving star He walked the way that was full of pain The journey was tough but he walked far The song he sung in his callusing c......

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Categories: string of beads, africa, farewell, thanksgiving,
Form: Ballade



Premium Member The Sibyl - Invocation
...Come, Sibyl, speak of ancient times and ways Marpessan youth, Apollo's golden days. Come, Sibyl, o'er time's countless grains of sand, That shades now lost to night mght guide my hand ---......

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Categories: string of beads, fantasy, history
Form: I do not know?
A Narrowed Soul
...Tonight I grow tired of keeping the secrets that were spark within my visions. I must tell someone of what I saw and how the end came to be. From the beginning we never understood how the human......

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Categories: string of beads, imagination, loss, philosophy, sad,
Form: Narrative

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