Thornbush Poems - Poems about Thornbush

... A thornbush, crowned by a rose A spiny cactus, become ‘Queen of the Night’ ... Atop fraught frames, shines glorious splendor Heaven's treasures ~ man ought not surrender ......

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...One day, the trees sought a king, A ruler their hopes would bring, In the land where trees stood tall, But in their quest, a cautionary call. To the olive tree, they first appealed, "Be our ki......

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...DEATH CAGE RUMBLE! NO HOLDS BARRED! FEATURING: Carlos 'Killer Man' Charo Atlas Goldenrod Apollo Dave 'The Glove' Fitzhugh Mystery Assassin Girls Rev. Trip Thornbush The Hurt M......

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...Courtesy of: The 33RD of AUGUST THREE PART HARMONY THIRD WORLD MINISTRY TRIPLE PLAY REVIVAL REV. TRIP THORNBUSH III, DD PASTOR, CHURCH OF THE MYSTICAL TRINITY C. Günter Marrow, Sexton ......

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...The infatuation of a poem is a lot Like a high fever The pain of a lost aspiring dream Just like the touch of a thornbush, Somewhere...only somewhere lies the destiny, No time to understand, ......

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...We are blighted wards Sordid, trepidatious scars Haven's wall too darkly far Eden's thornbush guards Caught behind our safety bars Still, we count the free range stars 4/02/20 For 'Pick a ......

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...To the boy Elis by Georg Trakl translation by Michael R. Burch Elis, when the blackbird cries from the black forest, it announces your downfall. Your lips sip the rock-spring's blue coolnes......

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...thorns ahead ~ a swift-footed and sober sage passes by in silence 24.10.2019 Proverbs 26:7, 9 Like the useless legs of one who is lame is a proverb in the mouth of a fool. Like a th......

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...My infancy was plagued with several accidents From the pain of broken bones to the woes of tonsillitis My vivid childhood could have easily been forgotten But how can one forget the ill......

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...Why did you take my dreams and brush them all away, Like scattered ashes of some forgotten yesterday, Blown with the biting dust of winds that swiftly glide, Just drifters on life’s road, unwanted, c......

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...I'm sorry... Love is a thornbush. Pretty to the sight yet, in the end; it's prickly touch is unimaginable. With bright red roses - it's message seems too fragrant - vociferous from afar.......

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