Swain Poems - Poems about Swain

I love women who gracefully dance And sweetly sing; and women who Avidly read and who brilliantly think; I love women who love to love— And who despise to hate—and who Receive and give of themselves, as well. I love women who are outwardly Lovely—and inwardly beautiful; And whose beauty is obvious or hidden. I love women who graciously...

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Swain… I wanted you to stay with me forever. Swain… I wanted you not to go there where I left my heart ache. Till the end of life, I want you to be mine Put up with me till the dark… Swain… I have a glass of wine And the feeling of divine Just for you…oh baby…Just for you. Twinkling stars embellished us, Full moon night...

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There once was a poet named Swain Who had absolutely nothing to gain He wrote doggerel all day With nothing much to say The old fellow was a genuine pain. SECOND PLACE WINNER Written December 24, 2020 For Sencleri-Limoku Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand...

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When once a lovelorn callow swain, Heartbroken by a maid's rebuff Sought balsam for his heart's deep pain, Of female wiles had had enough, Grave listener at the local pub, Sat Tom inured to pangs of love, Who spoke as lion to his cub Or to a chick a turtledove. "Son, weep not! I know thy...

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Neglecting the sun-rays She comes here each day Approaches to see the rabbit hole, Ignoring the fear of animals As her swain once committed her, He will come here to meet her again. Flowers emaciated, Trees withered, Following the cursed- strong storm; Cascades are no more watering, Still drought can’t lock her in, Birds don’t fly now in this sky; But rainbows reminds...

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Lucy Swain 1861 - 1896 Lies! Lies! All damnable lies! I know the injustice of malicious gossip. I know the outrage of a loose evil tongue. In life, I was Lucy Swain, the maligned! I was Lucy Swain, the indignant! In truth, I was Lucy Swain, the law-abiding, god-fearing victim Who resided over on Milton Avenue With her bent-over heart-broken mother. In fact, I was...

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With the heaven as my witness, I’m filled with grace and blessed. I lie on clouds that soar; I hold in my heart what I dream for. Crowned with the great honors he have given me Caped with the love meant for eternity Robed with the gown of sweet roses In my heart I feel the pain that vanishes. When the...

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This is for you, my precious swain Sorry for the occasional bad grains Despite all the different crimps Glad we're still strong on our limbs Remember that big major mistake? Deep down in my roots they still shake Now we live in the presence of the dark A difficult route we must embark Hold on strong, I will you please Soon with time they'll...

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