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Poetry and Praise
Comfort after a Miscarraige. Miscarraige, my story. Saturday, March 26, 2011. Christian Poetry - Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847). Poems by Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847). Abide with me: fast falls the eventide:. The darkness deepens: Lord with me abide:. When other helpers fall, and comforts flee,. Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day:. Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;. Change and decay in all around I see;. Where is death's sting? Here giant D...
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My Poetry And Writing
Story takes place on New Earth, a hundred years after the Great War of the Republics tore the planet’s societies apart. Nine young girls disappear from Republic of Rome’s most forsaken island where a community of so called Free villages has been without most of the Old Earth’s technology improvements. Someone needs to come up with an idea how to protect the villagers and their way of life or soon there will be no more Free villages. Who will that someone be? Is Gustavo’s adopted son whose real pare...
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My Poetry Blog | Revolutionary reading at your finger tips
Revolutionary reading at your finger tips. June 21, 2012. Thank your reading my poems and your support. If you would still like to be kept up to date with my poetry and my work, please refer to http:/ viewpoint-online.org. As i will only update on there from now on. June 13, 2012. Bismillah (In the name of God). That pictures a fake! That picture of Obama, sitting and smiling in the audacity of hope. Is nothing but a joke. It’s a fake. Making false references to the United states. But he is a fake. That ...
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Hannah's poetry
Vist my other blogs! Friday, May 14, 2010. Is there any Hope? Author's note: This is a poem that goes to the book- Life as we Knew It ,. I remember the day. When the moon got bigger,. And we scrambled for food. Is there any hope we won't starve? The day when the well went dry. Is there any hope that we won't die of thirst? When my friend and neighbor died. Is there any hope that we'll live? Winter came as harsh and cruel as ever. Is there any hope that we won't freeze to death. Then my family got sick.
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کتاب شعر من
به عنوان صفحه خانگي. افزودن به ليست علاقه مندي ها. در باره ي ما. You read just my poems.i hope like this. بازحرف دل یک بیدل. زيبا ترين قالب هاي وبلاگ. بزرگترين لينک باکس ايرانيان. زيبا ترين قالب هاي وبلاگ. بزرگترين لينک باکس ايرانيان. طراح قالب و کد هاي جاوا. طراح قالب و کد هاي جاوا. من این وبلاگ رو تازه درست کردم.یعنی می خوام همه چیرو از نو شروع کنم.چون قبلا یه وبلاگ دیگه. داشتم وخیلی به خاطرش زحمت کشیدم.به خاطره یه سری مسائل مجبور شدم از نو وبلاگ بنویسم. ومتن های خودم.ممنون. نوشته شده توسط علی لينک ثابت.
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Poetry Cafe
Thursday, July 1, 2010. TIME OF SEASON I AM IN. WHO DESERVES OUR INHERITANCE? STRETCH FORTH TO PRESUME. HASTE, JIGGERED STEPS. IN THIS PRESENT IT CAN SET FREE VISION OF OWN HEART. REMEMBRANCE OF CRIMSON BLOOD. Monday, June 28, 2010. FRUIT BRANCHES OF FORGIVENESS. SHADOWS REFLECT THE TIME OF DAY. HAZARDOUS ARE THE MANY WHO WALK AWAY FROM WHATS NUTRITIOUSLY FIT. THIRST QUENCHED FROM OASIS. LIGHTENING COMES TO DIVIDE. SUCH BEAUTIFUL IS THE WORKS OF THE LORD. IN, ALL IT'S WHOLE AND COMPLETE. I CLING ON TO TH...
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My Poetry Cafe | Poetry, Art, Music, Musings, & More… by LeeAnn
Poetry, Art, Music, Musings, and More… by LeeAnn. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. 8220;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” By Robert Frost. September 3, 2012. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though;. He will not see me stopping here. To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer. To stop without a farmhouse near. Between the woods and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year.
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Poetry City
Poetry City Bulletin: Inactive due to working on the other blog. Sabtu, 15 Januari 2011. To Accept This Love. SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATE THIS BLOG! How come a person like me,. Fall in love with you,. When I believe that love,. In fact, I was afraid of loneliness. To have no one love me,. I tried to tell the world about it,. Day comes, night goes,. Why can't I forget about it? I don't have the appetite to eat,. And I can't properly sit. Why do love hurt so much? It makes me want to cry,. I must be a man!