Villages Poems - Poems about Villages

Is it true or lies for some foreigners to discover big rivers in your villages? Imagine when you read  that a big river in your village was discovered by a foreigner. To mean all the villagers who were living there Did not know about it, While fishing in it, Drinking its water, Sailling on it daily. Don't laugh, Don't get...

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Bulldog Village was amazed by the new Emperor Not their Choice He was appointed by his arrogant cousin Ms. Vee Two Royce. She brought him in on a spectacularly pretty summer day. But he showed his pompous arrogance to the natives right away. He ran around showing off his overly puffy fur coat. Making fun of the inhabitants, even farmer...

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cows, bulls, buffaloes men, women, children, guests, ghosts ~ all know each movement 03 January 2022...

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In the place where I live, there was nothing before... No house, no constructions it was total desolation... Now they planted grain of development, sowed bricks, glass and tiles and invented urban labyrinth in the place of haphazard and stones... But they brought regrettable resulting from modernity: Fear, terror, accidents and assaults... Is this progress...!?...

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God, save us, For It is making me nervous Our determined rejection of the natural And monstrous neglect of the cultural… Our decision to be patrolling with the falsest hair, Judging it honestly fair: With a corrupted skin bounding round, Believing this to be sound; A sight sometimes pricking like a pin, When the actor is my next of kin! Few...

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Villages are true wealth Of nature and sound health Full of flora and fauna from Village we get like a storm Origin of cottage industry Art and craft ceramic hosiery Being a pollution-free abode Secret to all mystery code Now how has its status been A desert barren with debris in Urbanisation being enemy It’s a threat to many a city Cities now full of epidemics...

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"African huts and hearts" Give me some mud, Give me some dry grass, Give me some tree trunks, And let the thatching begin This roof over us is home. I smell sweat, I see smoke, Tough strong women, With drums of water on their heads. Bold men as tough as their herds A typical site of my beautiful land. Excitement and laughter As uGogo shares stories With her grand...

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What makes a village quaint? It's neither thatch, nor paint, but the random humanity of no design, that makes a hamlet seem divine. An absence of any particular plan, the chaotic choices of everyman. Practical solutions made in haste multiply to a state of grace. Man's desire to impose his will more oft than not does only ill. So here's a cup...

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The sky starts where is the end of the city Indeed, the villages are growing into cities Riding the colourful balloons, country is now really flying ! The picture of a surprising world, is also really looking nice Law and protection in one hand and on the other, the values will be stabbed in one night Is there any hero who...

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