Sarah Poems - Poems about Sarah

staring at a stereo in the Serengeti Sarah getting stir crazy gotta get out of this ghetto Sarah saw a chance and took it sailed on a sailboat slowly to Nantucket thanks wholly to her Nan’s ticket nice of her and now Sarah seems brighter somewhat better as she wrote neatly in her Nan’s letter ...

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I once had a beautiful life or so I thought, a beautiful, perfect lady or so I imagined, for me she was my world, for her it was my wealth or nothing, how contrasting these two weighing scales were. I was a well established banker who had everything going on well for him, I...

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They sang to stars, to flowers pale with dew, To hearts that bled beneath the waning moon; Yet every song they wove from sorrow grew, Each note a dirge, each rhyme a fading tune. The world too heavy, pressing on their soul's, A crown of thorns their tender temples bore; Love fled like whispers, leaving them to hold, And silence reigned where...

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Sarah Josephena Hale wrote to Lincoln not once or twice, but for seventeen years asking him to come around to her way of think’n and make Thanksgiving a holiday without fears Sarah’s writing was not only for Uncle Sam She is also known for her poem Mary had a little lamb a woman of many talents, who is still known today showing...

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The world against her But destiny had other plans. From barren land To boundless fortunate. From testament to record book The resilience to luck and hard work....

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Pink blush skin Burgundy hair Slender frame....

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Daddy searched for the good life, but it could not be found. Momma got tired of it all and went running around. Sarah climbed up to the sky with no way to get down. That’s when she learned how to scream without making a sound. Now poor Sarah will never see her momma again. And her daddy’s on the couch,...

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This is the tale of Sarah Pike Who lived in a cottage at Hangman’s Dyke, Twixt Preston and old Burnblack town She walked the byways up and down. Travellers stopped to buy her pies And kissed her hands with gracious goodbyes Till a gentleman rider on his tall chestnut steed Strangled her dead in his wicked deed. Sarah Pike will never go home,...

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You are my spring. You make me feel alive! It is as if I haven't been breathing And you are my first taste of forest air. The ringing of your heart Is like the sounding of a tiny bell That wakes me from my lethargy. You call me the Reason For Your Smile And I wonder how a Rose like you Could burn even...

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Meet me Under my umbrella, A protection Against the coldness Of the #rain But not, Against you who Hold my heart Your palm, full As my organ Is cradled, Cared for, And held dearly...

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Sarah is my name Hi, I'm Sarah and this is the story of how my name came to be, But also, how the meaning of my name doesn't define who I, Sarah, yep me wants to be, Sarah is my name, it supposedly means a lady, a noble woman a princess of multitude, But that doesn't summarize the characteristics...

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The story of how the name Sarah came to be, But also, how the meaning of the name doesn't define anyone so the meaning of Sarah, dosent define who she wants to be, Sarah the name, supposedly means a lady of nobility a princess of multitude, But that doesn't summarize the characteristics that over time shes accrued, Yet my...

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My Sarah is a Sweetness undescribed Surpassing words and making the Sun Shine! Her Beauty is a wine I have imbibed That makes me drunk on Love; she is as fine A gold as ever I, mere man, have found And where she walks, bright flowers spring nearby I dream her gentle voice is soft;...

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Sarah Teasdale, a poet of grace, Her words like whispers filled the space. Born in the year of eighteen eighty-four, Her life's tale, forever to explore. A tender soul with a heart that bled, In verse, her emotions were widely spread. Love, nature, and longing her themes, She painted beauty with eloquent dreams. Pulitzer Prize, her talent recognized, Yet her heart still yearned, love...

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Take a seat Any seat Twiddle your thumbs And Don’t wait on me My life Is full, Not revolving around you Are you surprised? Shouldn’t be, because I live my life Not waiting On you...

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