With That Poems - Poems about With That

Lady with that undeniable charm, falling for somebody too soon can be a mistake that'll bring pain; lovers look for joy, not harm! I admire honesty before I greet beauty, sadly, I sense a glace of uncertainty from a lady with that undeniable charm; come down from the throne of pride Lady with that undeniable charm, your virtue encompasses all the others; it's a fine...

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Just because it’s true for you Doesn’t mean it’s true for me Just because you’re proudly crude Doesn’t mean I give a flying phuckery I may be a free spirit But I am not a doormat for feet Offend me and you’ll hear it In a verse of purple poetry We can be who we are Poetic hearts on soup with sage Just...

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The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years. Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them. No one I knew had seen anything strange or weird there. I have clairaudient tendencies, and I had not heard anything. But they insisted on trying go conjure up something. I was amazed when I saw their completed documentary. Because...

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My son is an ophidiophile, a lover of snakes I am a limnophile, a lover of lakes and a bit of a wordsmith, for I love to write quite often a nyctophile, because I love the night I also love the moon, a selenophile am I a nephophile too, loving clouds in the sky Then there's javaphile, I'll drink to...

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bear felt indebted to his bee friends in a way so he decided to take them a bouquet one day he held it under their hive, so they could enjoy it “Stop being friends with that bear!” the foreman said in a snit. “But he’s giving us flowers,” the worker bees said. The bear continue holding the petals, high up...

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Whom ever taught my cat to whine could not have been a friend of mine. She's learned to vocalize a bit and now acts like a spoiled snit. It's so annoying to say the least. She knows I'll cave to get some peace. I let her out for a window of time and ask if she wants...

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when you feel like pacing up and down hitting yourself in the head on that perimeter fence of enclosed emotion bracing for an onslaught of pain that won’t dissipate on the barbed wire fences a watch tower is mocking and increasing the hurt steps are weary burdensome and dirty boots of contempt become unfastened as the pace picks up despite feet sinking further into...

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he keeps saying it's gonna be a bumpy ride but that's life and all these spin-offs about juggernauts space fairies and helmets with no chin straps riding in his space cow across the galaxy i'm considering a chin-strap-beard we are one tonight i explain to the human geography teacher in the lounge that i am a completionist i don't just watch some episodes, but finish the lot he counters, "did you...

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Protect your heart, Surround it with patience. Allow your light, To be luminescent. Try not to get your Hopes up too fast. Do not dwell, Too much in the past. Never give doubt Too much time. We all have are Mountains to climb. ...

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I love you and what is wrong with that? Every time I remember you My lips shaped to say I love you, I love you I do What is wrong with that? You've been on my mind Its always been you Stuck in my brain, It is always you I am trying so hard not to think about you Distracting myself...

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It is "Good" to hold on to "Great Memories "when you "Remember ever being "In Love" with as many as you can "Remember Loving"!"This is the real way that "Love itself "Never Dies In You": Being a Lover: Factually True. Love never dies in those who have loved ,and remember the "Love that was...

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HANDS TIED WITH THAT OF BRIDE Writing poems, he had to stop. Young poet made promise to bride, As his poetry book...

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The sunset and the days glow, With my friends sitting on the tree. And the days passes slow, Fruits on the bush was for free. Where that days are gone? I must say venished with this age. Every friends waiting for the new dawn, Many people remember that was a stage. Where that village perfume gone? The smell of the flowers. Everything gone with that...

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Sappho fragment #2 translation by Michael R. Burch How can I compete with that damned man who fancies himself one of the gods, impressing you with his "eloquence" ... when just the thought of sitting in your radiant presence, of hearing your lovely voice and lively laughter, sets my heart hammering at my breast? Hell, when I catch just a quick glimpse of...

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WITH EVERY YESTERDAY IS A TIME GONE BY THOSE DAYS AHEAD MIGHT BE BETTER IF THEN IN THESE IFINISM WE DO THE SAME TO BE CATCH IN THE CHANGE BARRANCE OF SAME YET WHICH DAYS MIGHT WE CREATE A CHANGE TO LEARN FROM THOSE DAYS GONE BY HALF A DAY SPENT BEING FOOLISH IS A HALF A DAY SOMEONE ASKEST WHY WHEN THE WHEELS START AND THE GRAIN IS...

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