Wh Poems - Poems about Wh

When do we say we are happy? When all our allies are happy? When do we say we are peaceful? When the Alshabab, the ISIS, When the radical groups are peaceful. When do we say we have conquered? Not when our soldiers are rested to lay, When our people lie to rest. When do we think our leaders are lazy? Not when Tiinga is...

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Vent In Form of An Argument Many people have heard started to vent, By doing it in the form of an argument; Things occurred, That were blurred; From Trump could not obtain his consent. Jim Horn Those Who Had Died What if God were to give me a gift, That up my spirit would always lift; Bring back to me, So that I can see; Through...

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I am watching liar Go from tears to grace With the same indistinguishable sallow face And emotional state of fluxed empathy The frown conceals Beneath the brow of dirty tricks Without a flicker To wake's each day ever slicker More experienced in the dark arts His twisted seed imparts On plundered heart's Guilt and Shame While he remains In an impenetrable...

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All Those Wh Have Died Haiku Have been observing In respect for our country All those who have died. If it had not been For each one of these dear souls We would not be free. We thank them so much From the bottom of our heart For all they have done. Make sure you include Each and everyone of them We want to honor. God with your...

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In my room air thick I hear you hating me outside my door I't don't matter how I suck you anymore For what I was you loved me before you hate me now for being your whore kim...

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