Toilsome Poems - Poems about Toilsome

... Pleading for redemption delight Toward heavenly peaceful light My soul’s cry … the Saviour did hear Granting freedom from hell-propped fear. For gift of life indeed precious Packed w......

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...THE LYNX That black cat, I spy - he licks the puppet all over. The fox’s red fur feels not the imposition nor the puppetmaster’s paw, but the red fox, my prey, feels the crunch of its bones, i......

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...MY NAME MEANS BLESSED For gift of life indeed precious Packed with love and care, so gracious My heart exclaims praise magnitude… Blessed, I give God my gratitude. Pardoned again......

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...Life is occasionally called a "Rat race" for a reason... There are times we need to step back from life's ubiquitous and toilsome menageries reflecting on where we are in relation to our hopes, d......

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...Life is made, but it's not toilsome, unless we perform weakly... life is fair, if we offer it fair value... We serve and we are served, we live, and we are lived... !......

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...Hopeless cries maybe but from far away I'm lolling in the lap of luxury So why do I care if they eat but whey. Desperate parents sighing all the day Living a life of toil and drudgery Hopeless......

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...Remembering Dad’s animated Cowboy tales Along lyrics, bearing words, “My pony and me” I would imagine his youth's toilsome farm travails while making the best of life midst struggles and g......

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...Like a reclusive boat, I remained there, discerning the prevailing winds of change, which many a time, made me embrace fear, by surpassing the stipulated range. When winds of change blurred the......

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... For gift of life indeed precious Packed with love and care, so gracious My heart exclaims blest gratitude… Thanking God* for supplies’ magnitude. Overwhelmed with guilt’s misery D......

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...I wish to be the gentle breeze Sweeping tearful eyes Of the weary midday flower. Or to be the horrid shadow Casting fearful darkness For a passer-by to rest. A rippling river of white I wish t......

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...FLUNG against the drab ashen phonon sky WEIGHTED with the ghostly iron clad jaws of bitter winter's grip BITING the feather-flared Doves gravid with FATIGUE in the ill-laden onerous air T......

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...I am flung against the drab ashen phonon sky, weighted with ghostly iron clad jaws of bitter winter's grip, biting the feather-flared Doves gravid with fatigue from the ill-laden onerous air. The ro......

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...Is the memory still alive? Creaking bed, bottles of wine Your toilsome heft against mine... We were both boozed up I stumbled on your lap. Is the memory still clear? Overthrown pillows, a stai......

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...Lack of rain Will lead the soil To Roughness Greenery will die Ponds will finish Climate will be ruthless. Overflow of rain Will turn the plains Into horrible ocean ......

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...Worthy worship welcomes divine bated breath of well-done work Invigorating my earnest praise-offering and prayer-intercession Triumphing over turbulent trials al......

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