"loggerhead" poems - Hello Poetry

It’s been told she has the heart of the Sun A bright bronze sphere That can never turn down fun Brazen is she towards those who stand in her way Guided by faith, her feet never stray No matter the currents or the strength of the Tides She goes low when they fly high Like Hawksbill, Green, Loggerhead and Leatherback She attains the longevity they endure Her voice is as sweet as the Black Pineapple Her beauty resembles the Antiguan hibiscus Some might even say more For her beauty is something you can’t ignore Whenever one door closes She makes one more open Always giving faith a fighting chance Whenever the option arises She always chooses to DANCE! As the soca rhythm flows into her blood steam And the bright colors of carnival collide There outshining the others You can find the person I call my “MOM” My Antiguan Queen Always representing red white black blue and gold pride

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC

JeneeMarie

Antiguan Queen

It’s been told she has the heart of the Sun A bright bronze sphere That can never turn down fun Brazen is she towards those who stand in her way Guided by faith, her feet never stray No matter the currents or the strength of the Tides She goes low when they fly high Like Hawksbill, Green, Loggerhead and Leatherback She attains the longevity they endure Her voice is as sweet as the Black Pineapple Her beauty resembles the Antiguan hibiscus Some might even say more For her beauty is something you can’t ignore Whenever one door closes She makes one more open Always giving faith a fighting chance Whenever the option arises She always chooses to DANCE! As the soca rhythm flows into her blood steam And the bright colors of carnival collide There outshining the others You can find the person I call my “MOM” My Antiguan Queen Always representing red white black blue and gold pride

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YOU delirious about the coastal span - from the country that went on a hot year - then become the beach your body: spread out - fragrant and hungry! Like the perfume ad page, which is torn off thick copies, magazines that chock short of pictures! The one on you lies, I, which is released by the wind, large pickaxes, mooring the sky, then sprinkling wildly I started this guerrilla, facing my own shadow, your spicy sand bath, quartz that grows hearts Late afternoon. The sun goes past: yellow past soon it was broken and glowing, the blood of a snake I've repeatedly looked at digital numbers, Casio - waterproof, 200 meters - an hour of the day * If the sea yells, the sentence is the waves! He did not carry any name, until he called the bay Place turtle loggerhead, from far journey, Thousands of miles pilgrimage, to the sand he had hatched, littered, food wrappers and beverage cans This ******* like undesirable verbal abuse! * What have I found? Or broke it? I'm a farmer threatened insect pests, certainly can not keep, seeds per Seeds, immature rice. The season is short-lived. When I see the location of the taxi to the North, I also had to go back there, fold the map, then stepping like a man's footstep - like the song I heard from Springteen - and write down a poem that I am afraid of his verses.

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Jul 12, 2017

Jul 12, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC

jurubaca

Stepping Me Like a Man's Step

YOU delirious about the coastal span - from the country that went on a hot year - then become the beach your body: spread out - fragrant and hungry! Like the perfume ad page, which is torn off thick copies, magazines that chock short of pictures! The one on you lies, I, which is released by the wind, large pickaxes, mooring the sky, then sprinkling wildly I started this guerrilla, facing my own shadow, your spicy sand bath, quartz that grows hearts Late afternoon. The sun goes past: yellow past soon it was broken and glowing, the blood of a snake I've repeatedly looked at digital numbers, Casio - waterproof, 200 meters - an hour of the day * If the sea yells, the sentence is the waves! He did not carry any name, until he called the bay Place turtle loggerhead, from far journey, Thousands of miles pilgrimage, to the sand he had hatched, littered, food wrappers and beverage cans This ******* like undesirable verbal abuse! * What have I found? Or broke it? I'm a farmer threatened insect pests, certainly can not keep, seeds per Seeds, immature rice. The season is short-lived. When I see the location of the taxi to the North, I also had to go back there, fold the map, then stepping like a man's footstep - like the song I heard from Springteen - and write down a poem that I am afraid of his verses.

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In life, we all have our fears of what tomorrow holds cos its always like a mirage, even when we have it all planned out, we still don't plan for some shock losses which are so inevitable. But whatever it is we set our mind to do and we have a defiant attitude towards, Life rewards us with success beyond what we sow. Stay loggerhead with ur challenges and its definite ur head will be raised high.

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC

damilola-ayodele-changes

April 4

In life, we all have our fears of what tomorrow holds cos its always like a mirage, even when we have it all planned out, we still don't plan for some shock losses which are so inevitable. But whatever it is we set our mind to do and we have a defiant attitude towards, Life rewards us with success beyond what we sow. Stay loggerhead with ur challenges and its definite ur head will be raised high.

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I am like the weak Little loggerhead, Prodding. Pushing along. Trundling across The sandy dunes of time, Striving to reach The sea of infinity For its healing waters. Infinite living waters.

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Apr 7, 2018

Apr 7, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC

walterrean-salley

Psalm-90

I am like the weak Little loggerhead, Prodding. Pushing along. Trundling across The sandy dunes of time, Striving to reach The sea of infinity For its healing waters. Infinite living waters.

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