Unpraised Poems - Poems about Unpraised

...I fantasized of a possibility we couldn't foresee, a reality I would grasp between my dusted fingers before it slipped away into the reaches of beaches, in the shorelines' bays of an emotion that ......

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...Father I'm your Son lately I've been lukewarm, though please forgive me Dad I am unspoken sometimes it's hard to cry those the tears do subside as I open mine eyes I'm blin......

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...Love is overrated Misunderstood, miscalculated. It is the morning mist, A dew rested on the grass. In the warmth, it ceases to exist. with the heat of the sun, it's gone. Love demands caring, ......

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...Why do we only see inequalities of the human race, are we fair with our nature? The origin is unpraised and, we try to search for life on other planets. Little do we know about the earth and its ......

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...It seems more obvious good humor and aggressive violence do not require linguistic nuances to convey their fundamental Positive and Negative faith. Messages of eco-centric privilege and underpr......

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...The tall veteran wears a camouflage faded cap and dark shades to hide his smooth, scarred face: doesn't he wish that somebody shook his hand... ah, unpraised soldier! Written on 6/10/2017......

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...Stepping onto foreign soil I take my first newfangled breath "Here skies are blue And dreams come true" - They say, this is success. With every step I take, I see My peers ten steps ahead of ......

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...Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands My grand-daughter they......

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...I SEARCH THE WORLD, TO FIND EARTH'S MOST HEROIC NAMES, I SCAN THICK HISTORY BOOKS, AND PROBE VAST HALLS OF FAME. I PONDER MYRTYRS, BURIED BENEATH CHURCH SPIRES AND STEEPLES, AND I WEPT ......

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...Tonight when I come back clad in wounded memories, one seed deep the pod would lie in the forest of hands, I will wake you up in between the kisses of moon. The hawthorn lamps – let me ligh......

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