As some enormous violet that tower… Colossal o’er the heads of lowlier… Its giant petals royally displayed… And casting half the landscape int… Delivering its odors, like the blo…
When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his maker God, What rites, what honours shall he… How spread his sovereign’s praise… From marble domes and gilded spire…
But yesterday a naked sod The dandies sneered from Rotten R… And cantered o’er it to and fro: And see ’tis done! As though ’twere by a wizard’s rod
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
By Stanley Collymore So glad that it’s finally over, th… women’s football competition and it’s arrogant and rather outlandish quite comical English h…
I raised my hands against my fate, I struck her frowning brows betwee… ‘I will be good, I will be great, No matter what has been. ’What care I if before my time
November 16,2011 is the day he die… First major death in my moms famil… I’ve never seen my mom cry the way… I had seen my uncles cry for the f… That day felt like an entire week
They never let me forget. They constantly remind me how Short I am.. how big my nose is.. how little my breast is.. how Short my hair is.. how small my butt is.. how I can’t remembe...
’Twas always held, and ever will, By sage mankind, discreeter To anticipate a lesser ill Than undergo a greater. When mortals dread disease, pain,
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
Sweet Jennifer came calling me Along the shining beach. “There’s green upon the hawthorn t… There’s bloom upon the peach. O, April’s found the upland larch…
What is it you see Through that veil between your eye… Do you see flowers? A palette of emotional passion? Or perhaps you feel the breeze
She feels tears streaming down her… Warm against her cheek Her eyes well up, the liquid spill… Like a waterfall Trickling down her face
Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty pla… East wind and frost are safely gon… With zephyr mild and balmy rain The summer comes serenly on; Earth, air, and sun and skies comb…
IT is the Christmas time: And up and down ‘twixt heaven and… In glorious grief and solemn mirth… The shining angels climb. And unto everything
Grant me a moment of peace, Let me but open mine eyes, Forgetting the empire of lies And warfare’s majestic increase Of national folly and hate;
It’s funny How I let my guard down Just ironically Periodically I contradict myself
By Stanley Collymore We, emphatically states Michael Smith, significantly and quite obviously meaning whites like him, unquestionably distincti…
If, in this life, you’re lucky eno… Will you, accept it, for what it i… Can you let it, drive your heart,… Or will it, find you, unfulfilled,… Love, is not forced, and it never,…
Warriors! who from the cannon’s mo… Your fame to raise, Upon its blaze, Alas! ye do but light your funeral… Tempting Fate’s stroke;
A sponge mattress on concrete floo… No power, Darkness attempts to fill everywhe… With salvation from a tiny torch i… Beckoning the welcoming party of f…
I’m choosing to listen. There is so much anger and frustra… On the outside we try to fake it s… Our government is corrupted, compl… Social media is the outlet gossip…
Buttercups sparkle with dewdrops in the morning
When the cock crows loud from the… And the moor-cock chirrs from the… What hear ye and see ye then, Ye children of air and ether? 1st Echo
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An instant, just an instant, and n… And it was gone, and I with eyes… Saw the bald pageant stripped to i… And naked there to my scared eyes… Upon a throne which filled the upp…
I am sorry that my mood has been so curdled. I am sorry I can’t remedy what ails me. The dispassion come from hurtles
Your eyes captivate my soul They make me never want to leave Would you hold it against me If I wore my emotions on my sleav… Ive looked for love for ohhh so lo…
Last night I was up until 3 in th… Dawn’s fingers yet to claw at the… and I lie in bed awake. It wasn’t for lack of exhaustion– that much can be said.
The old yaller slicker’s the cowpu… His saddle is never without it– It’s rolled in a bundle and tied a… But it’s ready for service, don’t… When the sun bathes the hills in a…