Taps Poems - Poems about Taps

In the realm where numbers whisper to the soul, Beneath the moon's mystical and silver glow, Epic Valentine day, where love and destiny unfold. With 444, a guardian spirit’s gentle call, Through the night's veil, where shadows softly play, Guiding hearts lost in the vast, cosmic hall. And 1111, the angel’s number, lights the way, A beacon in the dark, a celestial...

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I received a re-invitation email this morning. A ‘come on, why don’t you want to?’ note that struck me as odd. See, I’ve been ‘tapped’ for a couple of final clubs at Yale. It can happen if you earn top grades and interact easily with male friends by day (the crew club scene is ol’...

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Donkey stops to tap the rope bridge now Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap The snowy owls watch, waiting, wondering, Pondering what donkey’s next move will be The girl on his back is a bit alarmed The tapping continues Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap No one else is on the bridge, but she holds her breath Wondering what donkey knows that she...

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The drumroll, too heavy for May rumbles on ... abruptly halts Cadets at attention rigidly silently, duty-bound ... In measured tones, a psalm floats on a breeze made limp by heat Taps screams out, the flag is lowered to...

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Failure, after all, is just ~ Success tapping you on the shoulder...

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Around five and eight at evening’s rest, Or anytime raised in solemness, Taps melancholy notes proclaim, Farewell to those in honor pay, With the Lullaby that ends the day....

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Rain taps, rain taps tapping on my window Sounding like a voice singing softly A mermaid's song of Enchantments and callings Luring me to the window Craving to hear more...

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Taps will play again Old soldiers will march Fewer again this year Tears will be shed Fewer again this year Wreaths will be placed Fewer again this year Heroes will fade Their sacrifices forgotten Hidden In the yellowed pages Of history John G. Lawless ©11/11/2022...

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Eat my shoes Eat my shoes Eat my shoes, eat my shoes, eat my shoes Please -- eat -- my -- shoes Eat my shoes....

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At 3 p.m. in every state, All buglers, young and old, Will join to play a tune which On this date has oft consoled. The song is 24 notes long And “Taps” is what it’s named. Its poignant sound reminds us Of the soldiers death has claimed. Memorials ensure that those Whom war of life’s deprived Will live on in the hearts of Friends and...

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I look at a blank screen for zero minutes For Trixie, my muse is always overthinking and outthinking I try to hold on to my sanity as she taps out something Fast and furiously, without any help on my part. Where are we going with this? I used to wonder. I have stopped being curious. I just hang on...

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Taps make me cry she said. That seemed strange to me. They played taps at her uncle’s funeral. Now not so strange....

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Three Cheers for Afghanistan Twenty years since US invaded Terrorist strongholds raided Al Qaeda eliminated Yet ere we depart, it's fallen apart Terrorism's once again strong The 'government's' the Taliban Play taps for Afghanistan...

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*Image of Tap Water Drops by Pixabay. Taps 10PM Lights Out Drip, drip, drip goes my faucet a wrench is all that I need no tools to stop that racket earphones are more like my speed. RhymeScheme: abab 2021 August 16...

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