Alexandrine Poems | Alexandrine Examples

Memento on the moon, our demise that’s too soon— since ancient moral laws, our reasoning had flaws. The Ten Commandments bold, the wisdom of old told, its light spread in a rush, but now collective hush. Man’s creation will bloom, like destructive mushroom casts the atomic streams over our shattered dreams. Echoes of progress vast – tyranny’s shadow cast, encapsulated whim...

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Elina is my idol, She didn't even need a title, She rides a bus shuttle, People think it is brittle, Her fragile heart is in Seattle, Where her home is in the settlement, For a more like cathedral, Someone who is so dearly yet a rival, But that's not how I see myself in a reveal, For something so civil, Just let my drink chill, I...

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Suite Suite!! Presence of White Pupuliary reflux Macromers endophthalmitis senile, senile Piggyback, piggyback! Her deep shames and insercurties white claw! White Claw. High Steak Royalities Her self importance insulted him as she made him feel inferior: her male fetishes where childish amd she changed the defintion of mannish to define her charcter I saw as stupid but refused to say so that she would augue that I felt a brotherly love for herr I didn't I liked...

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LIFTING MY CLOUDS SELDOM MY HOPES RISES NOW , LIFTING IT IS NOW HOPES NOT DEAR CLOUDS OF MINE ARE GONE NOW , FILLING THE VOIDS WITH CLOUDS PLEASE COMMENT AND SHARE...

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Am stuck in like a bad habit Stuck in like a broken record Can't shake her off my thoughts even for a bit My heart and brain are on a split Like a broken record It like pandemonium of feelings trying to fit I have to sooner than later unlove her for She has got me hypnotized in her...

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Natural Some think it’s the beauty that makes the girl. They think it’s the glitz, glam, diamonds, and pearls. Others think that it’s her curls. Though they may whirl and swirl, they just don’t have that perfect twirl. Is it the money that makes the girl? Materialistic, but still a part of her world. No, it’s...

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When dawn’s bright light reveals your dreams with endless scope, Embrace each day with courage, let your heart find hope. The path ahead may test you, challenge all your might, But stand with strength and honor, let your spirit light. In times of doubt and sorrow, when your strength seems slight, Remember deep within you burns a steady light. Each trial...

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In ancient woods where shadows softly dance and play, The whispers of old times are caught at close of day. Among the silent trees where time seems to stand still, The echoes of forgotten tales drift gently, still. As the sun sinks low behind the distant hills, The ghosts of...

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He wandered through his days with pockets empty, bare, His heart full of hope, but weighed down by despair. He stole from those he loved, their cherished things to sell, Hoping that his dreams would somehow turn out well. Desperation led him down a darker, risky path, From shops and clubs he took, escaping from his wrath. His soul was lost...

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As memories scatter in echoes of laughter. I recall childhood dreams now lost among old trees. Hope once ran free and wild, but now I just feel tired. A playground of conflicts, which no longer exists. Sharp slides, see-saws and swings, where we fought with bare fists. They built posh apartments, dull,...

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In the dense forest, Rama continued his walk Seetha and Lakshmana following him, their steps slow and weak Tiredness had spread across both their faces pale While Rama, energetic, his spirit unbreakable Seeing this, both asked Rama, with concern and dismay 'How do you walk, with such vigor, come what may?' He only replied, with a gentle, knowing smile 'My heart finds...

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Natural Nature heeds God’s command, fulfilling His demand. It complies with full might against delaying blight. Such is shown by rain fall, dropping down along wall, cascading from heaven; or wind blowing, proven to humble trees down---breaking great buildings’ crown, always yielding with best to...

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Natural: The moon is an artist, she sees what ebbs and flows beneath silver-kissed seas. And in sweet seclusion, she sprinkles cosmic dust upon our warm haven, while locked in pale stillness. And I've heard sapphire rays, synchronize melodies in unwritten cadence. But there’s never a song complete, without blushing rare petals of...

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Frequent flyer miles use can help or abuse. My son asked that we change and board another plane. I told him, our passport, can't Havana airport said he'll use the kiosk, but my FF I trust counterintelligence needed--laughs to my patience. (meant ticket counter) Be that discourse of late ill-present contemplate payment via my card and FF disregard....

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Like déjà vu a haiku an à la carte menu...

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