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He fell with a ticket no one would honour He rose with a testament no one could ignore Freinds...greatness talked,spoken n written since independence...
#acrostic D allas, '63 A young man hits the streets R uffling plenty feathers, but a K ing to all he meets S uch a lovely day E verybody sports a smile C onspiracists are ready R ound the corner, a...
My teacher is making me write a poem. I've never written one and I can't rhyme. Is this okay.
Im George the fourth, The regent king, which means i was just standing in. Acting king because my dad, George the third had gone barking mad. Great palaces i did design, Buckingham was one of mine.
In history class we've been learning about civil rights in America, and black discrimination.
She was given a golden crown, Coveted by all of men. But at sixteen her luck was down. And with a quill ink pen. One sent her off to a tower, For the treason she didn't commit.
A fathers grief, trapped forever in stone. Many gather round, but I feel alone. This ancient site, with ghosts from the past. The setting sun, allows the feeling to last.
The blood soaks the ground, Turning it violent red, Yet they do not to think, How will this end. They fight for Goebbels propaganda.
I'll admit this isn't love As is always portrayed, This is more like loyalty The way this game's been played.
In orchard days, before the trees were gone. Where ancient summers lap like old mulled wine. We languished in the lee of Albion. Too foolish, or too wise to count the time.
Please note that this is not my work and is just a poem that I find truly amazing and inspiring :) Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through the...
My attempt at old fashioned style poem.
He sits where he pleases That's not been true for long Not safe nor sound for everyone In Michigan on a pea-green bus Where once there sat Ms.