Counts Poems - Poems about Counts

I cannot bear it I have blocked out daylight from my bedroom. A beautiful Spring is coming, but the dead come with it. Every year bodies slide into the earth, the daffodils sprout, unearthed trumpets blare - an ominous silence. Here in Ohio, the Miami Indians built mounds in the form of a serpent. They understood that Spring was both hungry and dangerous. The elders were resigned. They knew that...

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Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, but you never even tried!...

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Vast wealth knows not it is poor Poverty is never quite sure Count children as a king counts gold ~ multiply by a thousandfold ...

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In neon lights and fleeting thrills, ...

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vividness   movement &colour   flow in semi-wild   vitality abbreviated   panoramic wide-screen wonders of   partial figurations in abstracted scenes...

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Trinkets and treasures, given away Something for nothing, what can I say? Jewelry or gold Some artwork of old A gift for someone on my mind today Shopping, searching, a second hand store Pirate and pilfer, the bargains galore A want or a need Obsession or greed It all depends what you're looking for Recycle a relic, admire an antique Killing some time, in a brownstone...

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It is not the size of your contribution that counts in this life, But your willingness to contribute that counts in this life. It is not how hard you try in this life that counts, But the number of times you try in this life that counts. It is not how much others are prepared to give that counts...

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Love contests in quantities, like numbers, game of chance for romance by the numbers, You and you, pick one or two, left first choose, then right follows through ... awake the numbers, if I was you, don't let romance wait too, go ahead, awaken the dead ... numbers, At last, the dead have passed, now let's see who? Romance counts true ......

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He lived according to his creed, he missed events that caused endless tears; he was only present in tragedies... did he really expect to be freed from foolish thoughts that didn't know extremes, showing no effort to make them realistic dreams? Lonely is the one who counts days and watches parades of laughing clowns, giving him a momentary relief from sadness; he won't march...

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"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need." Quote: Mother...

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I let it slip away like a fistful of sand I let my life slip away! I sit at a crossroads counting cars whizzing by, I lie underneath a tree counting bees buzzing in and out of a beehive, I sit by a flowing stream counting fish swim upstream, I hover over a molehill counting moles making burrows, I sit in a confession booth counting people’s sins, I...

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Damn bad reputation counts 500 plus paw whet tick stints The following fictitious poetic vignette attempts a feeble tale of one ordinary day in life of anonymous miscreant. "I don't give a damn about my bad reputation." I haint never done nobody no harm, nor did any animals (code word for other gang members) get injured or killed...

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Water Water everywhere, We cannot live without it anywhere. It is a vital resource, Which is of utmost use. But we pollute it and make it dirty, Without thinking about the situation that without it we will become thirsty. Keep it clean or you will be sick, Leading to so many diseases that will happen very quick. It comes from clouds in the sky, Falls...

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The Devil went up to Georgia In search of Lucrezia Borgia His thoughts were obscene But she was plain mean, "Georgia just wants to disgorge yuh!"...

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Write for the pure joy of writing. Sing and dance your own word songs. It matters not,the applause ...

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