Edwards Poems - Poems about Edwards

I am appalled..Sickened.' uncomprehending..! Why a medical facility 'namley fort sanders' Small s...' Intentional..) discharged this suffeing Woman..? How could they.? Are they a care facilty? Or a scare facility.'? Can any out there advise me? On the oppresive actions, started by the obviously Heartless, mean spirited caller. Who requested that Police attend.' And they did.' four callous minded cops That mocked, and...

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Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox! While inside me noggin legions of monstrous demons abhor protest being force fed arcane and obscure assaying into religious dogma hence mind chatter goes full bore thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore, one lightweight bag of bones basketcase weave gotta deplore, nevertheless mine tincup rattled courtesy garden variety eyesore athwart slip stream of space/time continuum twenty two minus seven years...

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Bri E. may be so smart, but his meter's opaque with a density quotient, the Gods might forsake. Tongue in cheek, web's undone, but with spasms of fun, and he rhymes, so he wins! Hope no evil Bri twins' in the closet, past-postal on poems that pose in-depth pulchritude, content, punch syllable's nose! Let's leave room - puns play part, for...

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Evie, born 13th December 1994, Used to swim competitively, But she finds little time around, For business management, Which she tries to study, sound, At the University Campus Suffolk, Because she loves Boccia’s ground, That’s perfect for her in pairs: At the Euros she was renowned. She landed a BC4 pairs silver, At the 2015 European...

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Tall as they come, this man is 1 metre 85, A basketball player inspired by the 2012s, To compete in disability sport so to thrive, At the high jump, his practice bookshelves. Loughborough students encouraged him, To work on his basketball leaps by trying, To high jump. He was so taken, no whim, With the...

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My soul by it is shaken Like a tree rudely in an arctic wind My frazzled pretenses fall Hope, *****, blustered leaves and all And she still beneath the heaven Just like that is gone, gone too the heart's din And I must now believe this That status and wealth worth nothing, nor fame Prevent the mishap coming Nor the cold winds fierce blowing That...

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Go job the altar of your faith And learning from him In silence at the altar wait Till truth is no more dim Go tongue the promise like a breast And wipe your grief With memory upon the unseen chest Snuggle a cycle of relief For there are things that make men Children again. things That all the theology of heaven Does not yet explain. O could...

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