Seventh Poems - Poems about Seventh

I'm a woman now. I have means to be mean and get away with it. He died—too fast for my liking. I’d already hired a detective, ready to face it— or at least harass the details of the since-me life he must have lived. I've never spoken about it, the last...

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My eyes caught a white airplane, glowing bright, Like a bullet left from a missile's flight. The Seventh District, The same as before, as if I took flight. The eternal flame burns as it did before, Reaching out its arms, calling once more. But the two white swans on the sea are gone, Once caressed by hands so gentle and warm. I recognized...

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As if startled awake from fitfull sleep Of dreams both cartoonish Yet with meaning deep My life having passed as this very repose A young woman Now grand dame all as I dozed For I must have been asleep At the wheel Alternately engaging disengaging at will One eightying along I sped through my life seventh decade now coming to pass How will I cram in All...

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December Seventh Forty One By Franklin Price 12/07/2024 December seventh forty one Was quite some time ago Soon will be a century With no one left to know What happened on that awful day When the planes came overhead Sunk our ships and killed our people But our country was not dead We responded to the melee And by nineteen forty five We dropped the “A” bombs on...

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I met you in seventh grade In laughter and games our bond was made. Through every joy and every tear You’ve been my rock my friend so dear. We share our secrets dreams and fears With you beside me I feel no tears. In sunny days or skies of gray Together we’ll face whatever may. So here’s to us through thick and thin With...

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In July of 2013, you died and you went to Heaven. If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 77. After taking chemotherapy for months, you died. You were a good provider and that can't be denied. When a parent dies, it's always tragic and very sad. If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad". [Dedicated to Charles F....

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The monster carried a copper saber in his left hand, giving me a fright. He was slashing an imaginary foe with a bronze sword in his right. Upon closer inspection I saw this skeleton’s all-knowing green eye For a pirate who was long deceased, he was definitely a scary guy. I stepped out of the way and watched him...

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Revelation's chapter 8 the seventh seal and the golden censor When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about a half of hour. And I saw the seven angels standing before God, and in their hands were seven trumpets. Another angel having a golden censor, came and stood at the alter....

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O souls of the Island, I have silently heard through tropical torrents and surpassed a million miles of the milky seas, away from mint-marine silhouettes of my utopian wonderland, as strawberry ripples and coconut-scented musings called upon my flamboyant spirit, to explore those ebony-emeralds of universe and envelop my hope in creamy pink shells. I have soaked...

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Happy is you who facilitate to be...

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I am in her way – our love lost. She’s free – yours truly, never again. Heart broken, dreams denied, lesson learnt…unless…...

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His nails have dug into his palms; they do that kind of thing. It's only when he's hearing psalms, and hearing others sing. "Oh why, dear God?" he says on Sunday, knowing there's no lord. "I do so wish to get to Monday, feel no longer bored." Yet he will know, when starting Monday, working now for six, the seventh day will be a Sunday...

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Rising of the red dragon, roaring loud clap of thunder, wings spread from a trap dungeon, on top a summit underground well. An old English Falcon knight, the bells summon, as the priest runs out shouting in sheer fright, a demon has invaded the church. The Falcon knight rows his boat out an overlooked distant island in search for seventh son, of the seventh son's assistance. A...

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With purity of soul she transmogrifies into an angel Without meaning to, without any conscious effort The seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, she is a mystic. Playing a joyful melody, she opens heaven’s gates. How does she have this talent? It is nothing conscious. A gift from her subconscious, when she is meditating. She cannot play the organ at all...

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