Wil Poems - Poems about Wil

The ones who are preppy seldom seem peppy They appear alone and aloof, if they smile it’s a goof They dress in dull clothes, stick out their straight nose Put on snobbish airs, I’d rather spend time with bears...

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Sweet Spring begins, when you allow the fresh winds in. Letting go of the pitter pat, of the feet of last winter’s cold, and snowfall’s past. Forgiving any and all, who you think did any harm to you. Make a list of those who contributed to your life~ in the most magnicent ways. Weave them as bright, yellow...

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woodland sunflower not my only renegade plant baby tree grew out of middle of my fire pit pushing her way through concrete and rock two layers of concrete! we do not even have black dirt here in Kansas yet, whatever wants to grow, grows I marvel at the marvelousness of a determined tree pushing her way up through the clay, showing me that she...

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Dreams and Wishes God Wil Fulfill While I was glancing through a window sill, What I would see was a winding wind mill; All of my dreams and wishes God will fulfil; A thrill seeing snow on a mountain or a hill. A farmer's soul was in soil that he does till; Whatever God preforms He always can...

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If I were Sheldon Cooper You would be my Wil Wheaton My personal nemesis buried on Planet Genesis My Wrath of Khan Put this Fish in your Ear It is not parasitic and in no way will control your thought process It's just a poem About how I feel lost in translation How you treat me the meaning all but extinct just like your feelings desensitized by cartoons and video...

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Walking down the street along that old construction site Several children were playing slightly far off to the the right Playing around just below that old rickety elevator car and frame They kept running in and out while they were playing their little game But as the winds blew and that old rusty frame began to shake I...

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l The morning lamp Has dried the damp Murky moon; And day has burned To red, and turned Dawn to noon. But colors shift And fall and lift Flags of light, And men still creep Like rats, and leap Into ink night....

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