Poems About: PRIDE

In this page, poems on / about “pride” are listed.

  • 85.
    Ex-Whore

    I'm a miserably predictable
    Broken, sticked-up doll.
    My dress is torn, my hair matted
    And one arm dangles at my side. read more »

    Ana Podarevska
  • 86.
    Pride

    Pride exalts itself
    It cannot ask for help
    It cannot even pray
    Humbly kneel today read more »

    Cynthia BuhainBaello
  • 87.
    Our Flag

    Whenever we see our flag fluttering in the wind
    Our chest rises to the sky and our hearts fills with pride
    Naturally we get high seeing our flag on flagpoles waving high
    Our flag waves welcome and it's such a delight read more »

    Anthony Shurland Phillander
  • 88.
    Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”,

    Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”,
    And men measure their worth in battle,
    There burns a superficial pride. read more »

    Lazarus Knix
  • 89.
    Your pride in a flag

    Just a small part of this World of your Nation you brag
    And you wave your patriotism in your National flag
    If your team win the International game today
    Your boss won't give you extra in your next week's pay. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 90.
    Pride Comes Before A Fall

    The great one does not last a champion in his prime
    He lost to a younger man with some help from father time
    The years had left him slow time takes care of us all
    He defended his pride but pride comes before a fall. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 91.
    Ode to Clyde

    CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
    YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE

    CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE read more »

    Sunnie Bianco
  • 92.
    Would You Let Me Cry

    My pride would u let me cry
    as these torrors and pain hunted me,
    as my heart in love is denaide
    and as those I seek comfart to grow cold read more »

    Lungisani Samukelo Mdluli
  • 93.
    Pride Aside on Love

    Innocence and pride make two
    as pride and love - forget-me-not -
    from fever cools as through and through
    fond memories few keep. Fools blot read more »

    Jonathan ROBIN
  • 94.
    When ever i speak my mind.

    When i speak i mind i feel the power in my breathing rythm.
    With fellowship i speak as a child and my words rythm charm.
    Whenever i explore i glide with decency to my flow i roll.
    I present myself with a touching wink and a wonderful smile. read more »

    Sipho Khumalo
  • 95.
    ! ! P R I D E

    Pride and armor
    of a lineage, a perception
    cautions and lifts inner to a
    pedestal......... read more »

    Rema Prasanaa
  • 96.
    Joshua

    I live the name in glory,
    Pride has come, pride will stay.
    And the destined fate was given,
    Left in solitude, none be the stray. read more »

    Sammy Edrisi
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