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Cross The Line Poems - Poems about Cross The Line


Cross The line
I am standing behind the line to show you that life is divine I am standing behind the line with one single goal in mind; I want to live. My sorrows are so deep and sometimes I feel like a lost sheep, grazing on the mountain top penetrating the deep I am looking for a place live and...

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Categories: cross the line, beach, change, creation, deep,
Form: Prose
When It Cross the Line of Humanity
When it cross the line of humanity Life I adore Love I place to be my God As I respect humanity When it cross the line of humanity In places I see them Them with their own opinion As if is all known so they act As the originators When it cross the line of humanity...

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Categories: cross the line, abuse, africa, analogy, caregiving,
Form: Epic



Intimacy (Let Me Cross Your Line)
I'd love just to taste your sweat on the tip of my tongue… Watch as it drips from the tips of your body posed inches above my lips. To slide my fingertips along the contour of your frame, feeling every crevice, longing to fill every crevice… Squeezing tight as I'm afraid to let go. Thoughts of my skin pressed...

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Categories: cross the line, passionme, sweet, dream, longing,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Don Cross Dah Line
Don cross dah line young man For you caan see dae other side Yu plate alreadae full With rep fruits fit fo dae king I say, hol on. Don yu cross dah line Even dae dog know how big a bone to chew Yea time rushing by like dae wind But today nat for you Take yur time enjoh dae flavor Sofly, sofly...

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Categories: cross the line, black-african amertime,
Form: Free verse
Cross the Line
Cross the line Call out my name Tell me the truth Stop fearing what you don’t know Why do you try To act like there’s nothing? I asked you questions You denied it But why do you say different To others?...

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Categories: cross the line, introspection, life, love,
Form: I do not know?




Book: Reflection on the Important Things