Bells Poems - Poems about Bells

It tolls eighty eight, times to symbolize that someone has died .It wasn’t the ordinary man in the street or the man that frequently disrupt the people’s heart beat; it wasn’t the fellow down the road or the man tending to sheep up the road, it was the man that wore the papacy cap and...

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Happy hearts each day, Gives joyful smiles, okay, Find light for dark time, Cheerfl bells chime!...

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Sponsor : Justin Bordner WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE Where Love learns no more two serpents crawling twine one midnight black another luminous wizardy white entangled fanged bedazzled circled by ultra violet rays ultra red Sun the One swimming in beet orange mint mix elixir eclipsed quiver quenches wreathing writhing thirst as cerise petals silently fall, crumble dust to dust Here...

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Hallow here the toll bell ring The ferry man has my name Beware the lies Lucifer brings You only have free will I tasted just a little bite Now he comes with all his might Slowly cancer sinking in Oh the price to pay for sin You can't hold back the universal debt ,a price to pay, I always knew about this day Was it...

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I hear the sacred church bells echo from the mountain. They cleanse and free my soul like a baptismal fountain. ...

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chief of disguise collector of masks the King wears his as a helmet to scare off enemies the fool with false nose the jester in chains remains in oubliette singing in his screams impossible to forget the old men who come from the sea and steam in cold of Poseidon spray salt and fish from waves likely alone are the women and wives...

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One day from this hell I’ll escape To the hell of the lesser disgrace I’m fed up with the country of apes Imitating they are human race Their antics are no more a fun How the apes idolize alpha male Is painful to watch, so I’ll run There’s no reason to stay, no avail However, the more decent hell Is way too much overprotected If...

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If not a Poet what would I be A soldier, a sailor a fading marquee If not a Poet whose soul would I claim a saint’s or a sinners to praise or defame If not a Poet which path would I choose the known or untraveled which one did Frost use If not a Poet what hills would I climb what bells could I ring — in place of the...

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(Inspired by Marvin Goldfarb's great contest in which I won a trophy cup and wonderful poems by other English poets as noted below, 'LESSON IN LIFE' by BrittBrattTechy, 'Every child deserves better' by Poetryintheblood, and..'TODAY'S SOCIETY' By Gary. W. Hill.) My poem below then read the poems I copy pasted in my author notes. Instead of '...

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The sleigh glided through heavy snow Santa was worried about the blizzard blow When suddenly Rudolph stubbled, his leg amiss The reindeer sighed to see their leader down The North Pole wore a worried frown Elf doctors worked with healing care Santa looked on distraught While backup plans filled the frosty air The sleigh, now powered by a magic spell, Would soar through...

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~ to the tune of 'Jingle Bells,' please ~ Tushies slide, what a ride slipping on the ice All we need’s a beaming bride and a few bouquets of rice Where’s the groom, in his...

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Tripping through the sand In a pair of Aussie thongs, Boogie board in hand Singing Aussie songs. Davo’s got the beer. Out of kiddies reach What a day we’re gonna to have It’s Christmas on the beach. Oh, Christmas time, Christmas time Christmas by the shore A good old Aussie Christmas. It’s Christmas time once more The sun is very hot. There is no shade around so...

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I don't seem to know the right words I want to say; you're all set to go but I hope you'll stay. Please take back your ring I will make things right; believe me, she was but a fling, I played the fool last night. [Chorus] It's all my fault, all my fault; my fault all the way, I'm so sorry that I lied; now I’ll regret...

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Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country, With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree. Pretty Edna was twelve years old, but she and Violet played all seasons, Making skinny scarecrows and fat snowmen, like blizzards of no reason. Horses were a common sight in the area, like...

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Written: December 11, 2024 For contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "Cheers to a fresh new year and a fabulous opportunity for us to flourish!" _________________________________ In the forest where the trees glow, Shimmering stars shine, a stunning show....

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