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Ayine
24/M/Ghana I'm Francis from Ghana.l love to write poems a lot.Time after time,I think I'm improving better. Motivated by many classic poets and touched by God's hand.I'll always be grateful to explore my talents.
I will not abandon your grace Loved to your face Give me money and trust And I will pick trust Don't convince me to go That I can never show I'll not abandon you For its true I'll not abandon you grace Loved to your face Like the shinning brace of light Enhanced with might Wipe that tear away You know I'll stay Because you're sick to die With a lesser fight You'll not die today For you I've prayed To be strong again With no more pain.
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU
Veronica is not alone When the lovely night is gone As cold winds entangles deep Of her grace untouched to see Her primate of first degree You're not alone Veronica If you're blind to see your earth For I am with you Always and forever I will not fly away Or grow weaker in fear Because you're here My Veronica is not alone When the lovely night is gone And the good things disappear Without the timely gain of love So late and less warfare I'll lie to my myself To ever abandon my love to be Glowing and clothed in silverware The first degree of self dignity Encircled by our trust Veronica is not alone When the lovely night is gone When the good things disappear For I'll always be there Till we smile again.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
VERONICA IS NOT ALONE
To you in gown or crown will give Glory in the Savior's home and lord Its gain and wealth-its golden teeth Crown of gold within His nameless force Forgive Lord, that I have sinned Against the blood and the golden cross Our tears salutes your wondrous dream For the golden cross-its force and gods Mercy raves from the golden cross Between the sin and life to be The brightest chamber of our lord Men who feast-dreams that breeds Sure our ignorance bleeds to death Through our stony hearts and rotten doors If God heals, its but in birth Through the Lamb and the golden cross I therefore allow my bleeding sin Onto His blood and the golden cross Which flames in every hideous being To lit the eternal home of God.
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
THE GOLDEN CROSS
Lord,I thank you for today As I woke my soul to pray The very life my soul has lost Is craving at your door I can't just stretch my mind afar Of how passionate heaven cares Why these subtle hearts today? Why the need to save their grace? Why a soul today should mourn? With such impatience to your throne Has their life explore the sins To change the pure face of their beings Why eager for the noble pledge? From hideous results of the earth Of how much they need their God To save their souls from door to door God is like the burning sun Which burns the heart of man And when He sees His child has fallen He burns them through that needs much saving I'm thrilled at such dearest hearts So blessed to see heavenly stairs.
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
AT THE BAPTISM
The dying day did meet its love In the loving might of younger June She closed her eyes and slept so pure And wondered about a dream so soon She saw merchants trading the day And some labourers and their owners But she wondered love that needed pay Our life and mass which is the oldest The springs were tightly closed at six The joyful moment of this love It was that playmates made a pitch And each pitch lovingly shines the more The tambourines rhymes their joyful tunes which spills the more of heavenly grace The maiden kissed her man in June And wondered about her loving days The dying night did meet its love The maiden woke from a dream so soon She found her lonely self so pure And wished the dream at play in June.
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
THE MAIDEN'S DREAM
When I moved my heart from door to door I learnt the poor on the wall I did reluctantly filled my mind To the people of the time The poor sure rules a laboured course And a sudden rest on the floor If through love,a soul can **** The poor sure holds the skill The earth was made to give a smile And the poor has laboured fine A desperate earth is not on course Endurance is of the poor Who knows the cheap could die today And doubts the rich man's grace The world was moved to smile on sight The poor can find the light And pity men who couldn't endure Endurance is of the poor Like gifted rain for the common world The light of the poor explores For nature smiles to the visionary man Whose poor source lights the run.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
LYRICS FOR THE POOR
The breast is like a god That we hold so much As if bypass our minds In its matchless force Its the mightiest milk To which great men lived Its emotionally attached In its endless seals The breast is that union Between men of earth It can charm so many In its dirgeless songs Its not scorned in the aged But in the youth who is And its emotionally displayed In its fearless bait I did love the breast That can give me milk But not like the breast In its worthless self .
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
THE BREAST
Wnen once I saw myself Singled alone I bathed myself in time And sat on Stone Where no one is heard Not even by bones I thought and thought aloud To find my fame I saw that it was tough And never to fail Once I was myself Singled alone I found my love and self In my home Always with God.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
SINGLED SELF
I did looked at your rage And i felt so afraid I said to myself Like a lonely bird I'm moved with smile if you could smile awhile Maybe you never liked me To be closed to a kiss I became so troubled Like a struggling fool When I saw your grace Thinking you don't like my face I felt like a widow In tears and sorrows I'm moved with smile If you could smile awhile To show whether you love me In my deepest lips Please do give a smile To know the love I willed Im moved with smile If you could smile awhile.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
I'M MOVED WITH SMILE