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Bona Fide Poems - Poems about Bona Fide


Bona Fide
I hope he leaves you eternal, as I have too. Perhaps long after my chest has calmed, they will speak these words of you. Though, words are too heavy to bear, so these words of mine, they’re through. I wish you a life of blissful joy. May you never regret, the past set in stone, for we the weak, fragile and bone, may...

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Categories: bona fide, lost love, love,
Form: Prose
Premium Member The Bona-Fide Ride
Under the mistletoe With a kindling smile Reflect by the candle halo Her flirtatious attitude Solo dancing the...

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Categories: bona fide, clothes, happy,
Form: I do not know?



Bona Fide
I`ve tried to spend my life here bona fide, But almost no one surely realized... Here`s fact which`s worse than offence and than evil - Indifference`s omnipresent, all the time... Don`t walk out with my figure, scratched and beaten? Be sitting hidden, locked from inside? And wispy silver filaments appeared - Evidence of injured soul of mine, Let`s subtly shimmer...

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Categories: bona fide, me, social, truth, ,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Illegal and Not Bona Fide
Illegal and Not Bona Fide If answers are illegal and not bona fide An MMPI scale said that you have lied Or to commit suicide may or do desire And indicates why you want to expire. Abnormalities Trump has a long list Determined by a known psychiatrist And have also heard some people said That he may want his mind to be read. If...

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Categories: bona fide, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Dry Your Eyes, Bona-Fide Floods Are Not Dry-- Eighth Shadow Sonnet Challenge
Dry Your Eyes, Bona-Fide Floods Are Not Dry Roots dig deep, the virtue of truth grows roots Nights of wantonness; praying thru the night Fruits of my labors, deeds inside my fruit Light make it bright; my soul's abundant light Dreams are my needs, where are my promised dreams? Creation lost life; where is creation? Seems like life has no...

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Categories: bona fide, black african american, poems,
Form: Sonnet



Bona Fide Boaster
He always loved the roller coaster, the Triple Loop Rode it seventy times and never puked Hands in the air going down hills He never tired of upside down thrills He was a vet of the roller coaster Not a newbie, or rookie, but a bona fide boaster So proud he was, so sure of the ride That he paid no attention...

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Categories: bona fide, adventure, death, fun,
Form: Couplet

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