Trailblazer Poems - Poems about Trailblazer

Gossamer wings display angelic quality Empyrean dragonflies surround her with ethereal ambiance and with trailblazing elan a bardess takes flight, stirring our muses to greater heights Poetic princess with a golden pen her true beauty lies deep within she's an empress of empathy compassionate toward all equinox moon goddess glowing white bright, bleeding ink ...

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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white. My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight. My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;' And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do. My fellow cars...

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I am trapped in this sterile place. My voice is forced to pace. The love I once rasped about. Is lost in the horror of doubt. My trail is burned like trash. As if my mark is a field of ash....

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footprints in the snow arrowed track on virgin land ~ pheasant on the march 16.12.19 Writing Challenge, December- Winter Haiku Or Senryu - Poetry Contest Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode...

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Hillary Rodham Clinton, a trailblazer Born on October 26, 1947 in Chicago, Illinois The oldest of three siblings ...

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Some people like to live on the edge or hang on a ledge. Not me. I'm just Daniel, a trailblazer forging ahead, making a pathway for others. In the process, I have no shortest of respect for God's great creation. I set foot on a wilderness from the warm Atlantic to the cold Pacific, and spent a lifetime trapping,...

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you are the trail for the benefit of me you bring meaningfulness in my life by just being you i am better just simply being myself due to your influence and your inspiration i Bless the Heavens everyday for your appearance and your presentation into my life with you there is no performance and no facade, and i deeply...

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Prepare the bed of the liquid art, where the ice will kiss the fire. Can you climb on the flames to know the truth of a molten lava ? Who killed the desire to enter the frozen god of revenge ? Alas, I will go back to the wounded pride. I will not sell my home of curse. The innocent breast of the...

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