Anonymous


Anonymous Poems

1. On A Tired Housewife 3/20/2015
2. Mr Nobody 4/22/2015
3. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
4. Little Lessons 3/20/2015
5. The Twelve Days Of Christmas 12/15/2014
6. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
7. Death Of An Innocent 3/21/2015
8. Sister Without Peer 2/12/2015
9. Key To Friendship 12/10/2014
10. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
11. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
12. Courage 1/3/2015
13. The Miracle Of Friendship 12/9/2014
14. May In The Green-Wood 1/4/2003
15. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 1/4/2003
16. The Bonny Earl Of Murray 1/4/2003
17. Godfrey Gordon 1/3/2003
18. Phillada Flouts Me 1/4/2003
19. The Braes O'Yarrow 1/3/2003
20. Quia Amore Langueo 1/4/2003
21. Midnight Special 1/3/2003
22. The Dowie Houms Of Yarrow 1/4/2003
23. She'Ll Be Comin' Round The Mountain 1/3/2003
24. The Bonnie House O' Airlie 1/4/2003
25. Hey Nonny No! 1/4/2003
26. O Burr 1/4/2003
27. Riddle 1/3/2003
28. Helen Of Kirconnell 1/4/2003
29. The Queen's Marie 1/4/2003
30. Madrigal, Davison's Poetical Rhapsody 1/4/2003
31. Lusty May 1/4/2003
32. Old English Riddle 1/20/2003
33. The Wife Of Usher's Well 1/4/2003
34. The Nut-Brown Maid 1/4/2003
35. The Bells Of Hell 1/3/2003
36. Twa Corbies 1/3/2003
37. Spring-Tide 1/4/2003
38. The Lass Of Lochroyan 1/4/2003
39. The Lover In Winter Plaineth For The Spring 1/3/2003
40. Soldiers Who Wish To Be A Hero 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Anonymous

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to ...

Read the full of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I Don'T Want To Die

I want to go home,
I want to go home,
I don't want to go in the trenches no more,
Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar.
Take me over the sea
Where the Alleyman can't get at me.
Oh my,
I don't want to die,
I want to go home.

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