Up And Down Poems - Poems about Up And Down

A poem back to front It's never done Because Once you start You never stop the fun And stopping just to see What you might do You never know What an author might tell you So listen closely to That which I say Please think about the words I speak each day A poem back to front...

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Stand up for what you believe in, Speak up when you know you're right. Give up when you know you can't win, Stay up with your love tonight. Stand down, you've got nothing to prove, Sit down when you want to cry. Get down when you just want to groove, Lay down when it's time to die....

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She, the queen of glamour, they say, Loves making things flow her way. Fortunate she was, having earned A prince as he, so delectable, Amidst the beauty of hills, He made her, the dream castle. As lovingly, She delivered to him once, "O dear, the castle be a heaven of light" " I promise dear " he said " there be as Much...

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jumping barking dog sun flows half open window tree leaves susurrate 10/2/2022...

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Midway up and down I have met this gentleman crying Sobbing with grief abound Nerves popping like rivers He sat on the bench next to me Holding his swollen head Grace to Grass I have fallen, said he! The bench where now I sat A happy bubbling puppy Celebrating how high I came To sit on this bench, where he too sits Looking...

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~Water flows Washes up against the shore Waves and tides up and down in and out has no other place to go As it flows~ 11/36/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Life charges up and down hills so fast One day you are biting your cousin And they are laughing because you are two. But not your cousin of course. In a blink of a wild flower, you are clunking around in Mommy’s heels. Thinking you are “all that” because tomorrow you start kindergarten. Before you kick off the second horrible shoe You are learning...

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The petrichor of fallen leaves and coldness of the sun that grieves. The lovers’ laughter in the wind. Their purity shows they haven’t sinned. Their faces pinched and full of life, no thought of making her his wife. Trees they groan, especially pine, wild with shivers, right up their spine. ...

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Kites still left hanging upon the winds oh, yes, the generous enchantment, the ever-innocent simplicity. Warning us and swirling around and whooshing about amid the humble Streams in the Spring. Time jovial, patient Offering Loving thief it weeps. Burnt down roses their thorns once bewailing the Cherry Tree; are no more. The gift of life, a...

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Yes, because I believe the very heart of Grace, adamant, generous, tender and aware, Honest and Faithful waiting patiently; moves, freely, because it knows, the pureness of Love always inspires the opportunity. So enchantment gazed upon innocence and desire knew her itself, when first God showed Adam Eve!" Now here today though Time has brought...

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"Yes, this is all still so amazing what impacts the soul truly; and in what ways." This fond endearment was in the Spring Time of our Love as I remember. A perfected shoo-in. This was the greatest of the many gracious things, a life you pray always remains; something the pain, the joy of longing...

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Yes, love is no more or less reliable the more you check on this. Just like the frigid days of winter make their way for the pleasures that lay in awe of Spring I'm finding. Yes from when turning or if you will consider; returning back to knowing its simple and honest and ever-frivolous unrighteous,...

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Yes, our Creator's Love; this always comes and it goes between to good people and or thing, and in and between Him just as each uses this all; to remain faithfully helpful; to this effort of remaining lovesome for Him, and for one another, and for all life; or; possibly not. But oh yes; to...

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Yes, I looked deep into the palm of my hand nope no muse for any of us there. Then I took off lollygagging on a whim with the wind's rushing. Yes, but only the effects could I see. Still, I found myself thinking about true Love and thanking God, our Creator. Then I held out...

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Age is Just a Parcel At teenage we were dates By gray days we fade wear away You are A package and will get broken Someday up the golden Staircase falling Backwards 3/5/2020 Let The Pens Flow Butterfly Ciquain Poetry contest Sponsor:Jenish Somadas ....

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