Wreath Poems - Poems about Wreath

and a wreath made of dried chives and green olive leaves. ...

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"The Wreath of Chives" is believed to originate from ...

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One night out upon the raging sea, In a storm so dark the stars did flee, When in a moment a massive wave, Sent a ship to a cold, watery grave. From another deck, a wreath was thrown, For the brave crew that joined Davey Jones, Red roses that marked an unknown spot, A simple act done with profound thought. Those of the...

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A slough of love serenading moonlight A snowball chance in a dream Buffalo riders playing rodeo A lovers touch in spring petrified on time Absent friends on the wreath of time...

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She has made a gorgeous wreath the older lady said. Not being able to see that the white flowers were skeletons. It’s obviously for Halloween, someone replied. Another person asked why, as skeletons are “in” now. The older lady had no idea why they were speaking of skeletons. She was speaking about a wreath, with huge white flowers. She had never...

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We fought a wills grief, but your push prevailed, Nest over my door; guests will share another gate. Don't chide as other birds, you flew and wailed, My heart won't allow me to destroy this template. Nest over my door; guests will share another gate, Where ever you fly, your nest is hither. Winner! My heart won't allow me to destroy...

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The youth just prepare for their future by giving importance to school. Wisdom is a crown of strength. It brings honor to man. It's more than a gold because learning makes many people great....

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Our Christmas Wreath At the door there is a big ring. It is made of pine and has several cones. There is one for each member of Our Home. There are lovely red ribbons, for all those we care about. You can not see the boughs, or limbs that were used, but you can smell them....

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Beneath Christmas Tree Was A Wreath Beneath Christmas Tree we saw a wreath; Thought about Jesus and His much grief; Born and bred, In a shed, And of Him on church window is a motif. We never knew how long Jesus was in the barn after his birth. He was there when the wise men came. Jim Horn...

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Draw strength, draw strength from those who died Make peace with those who lived For in our memories all survive Their deeds their times outlive For peace they went, for peace they fought Though some would not return Yet with courageous deeds they taught That freedom must be earned Now we in peace and freedom dwell This heaven they bequeath To those who challenged death...

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Nope!, this aint a (non) commercial Christmas plug for ye, nonetheless, a greeting of joie de vivre buttressed with (wreath) in this ole foreign nicked saint wannabe awash with spiritual ...

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We Placed A Perfect Wreath On unknown soldier tomb we placed wreath, Body remains are buried below and beneath; That we respect, In manner correct; All that was left are broken bones and teeth. Jim Horn...

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FOR MOST A WREATH a crown of delight a circle of hope a knocker’s decoration december came knocking just before christmas it was the brisk wind a baby removed from her crib from the one who used to play peek-a-boo with her a christmas without a tree a wooden truck nearby crafted by a carpenter three days before christmas a truck explodes past a stop sign a card exposed to...

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Love, O Love is now laid a wreath Love, O Love is now laid a wreath There with her beautiful heart, lies in state! O dear life has wearied you to boredom. In its wild, wild pursuit you are ensnared, Only your name subsist as a post-mortem But your true virtues they have never fared. Love, O Love is now laid a...

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A WREATH FOR SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY A clew within this virgin card from the head Which you denied and now which gives you hope Has come to me. When you opened your mouth The scent of honeysuckle drenched my shoulder Your hair tossed, though neatly cut Still betraying my wild, rapturous caress Your eyes, that were soft, are now sharp - Knowing...

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