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I wrote this poem because the love that so many of us used to know in relationships, seems to no longer exist. However, God's love has always been the rock of ages, our foundation that never allows us to feel insecure. So, as I struggle to separate myself from former negative friendships and persons with hatred as their modus operandi, this poem is a reflection of my desire to be free to love again!
the bones of my soul like scarecrow trees awaiting Spring blossoms
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-Appreciate the little things and see the brighter side, always!
( Inappropriate dress for kids)!!!! rearranged 08/25/21
Yeah well, but I love writing it!
poem that came to me upon awakening today..Thank you for reading..
just a thought. love you all my cyber friends. xx virgosign
dedicated to all CS posting poets. with love. Virgosign
You can read it in the stars, in heaven's celestial light, When time churns under the Masters clock,and the spirit of life stirs within,With the quivering voice of the old man, and the cry of the new born, Come! Read the words of life and of death, M
Vokzal is a railway station in Russian. Performed by Russian singer and actress Yekaterina Guseva. The music is all important here. I translated lyrics in case you get interested in what Yekaterina is singing about. It's all about parting - the same old sad story. I am sure all of us know well the bitterness of it. No bitter partings and good luck in love, dear poets!
A poem about real love
TRICK OR TREAT! I LOVED IT WHILE GROWING UP; BUT TODAY THERE ARE TOO MANY SICK PEOPLE OUT THERE; SO PARENTS;INSPECT EVERYTHING BEFORE GIVE IT TO YOUR KIDS!
The White Tiger is a sub strain of the Bengal Tiger weighing up 300kg and reaching up to 3 meters in length he is not an albino to produce more white cubs both parents must also carry the defective recessive gene only then will more whites be born they have blue eyes. This beautiful creature is nearly extinct there have been no confirmed or recorded sighting in the wild now for over 50 years they are incredible swimmers they protect and hunt in a patch of up to 75 square miles in size
The heart of the sea is a mother's heart She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet Deep within the dark mysterious waters of her womb She conceived and gave birth to the first life form which evolved into more complex organisms
For those who may not know, Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry. The standard structure consists of three lines in which the first line consists of five syllables, the second has seven syllables and the third has five syllables. "Haiku is a finger pointing at the moon. If the hand is bejewelled, we no longer see that to which it points." The idea is to draw attention to what is being said and not to the words used to say it.
Here you go Angeline. ...this should get their minds working.
Published in the December 2019/January 2020 issue of the Newark Valley Moonlighter! By the middle of January everyone is feeling the blues from the short dark cold days and let down after the holidays. Hoping to perk a few people up.
Just a realistic viewpoint!!
Candle Love
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty" - John Keats "A thing of beauty is a joy forever" - John Keats "Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face" - Kahlil Gibran "Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror" - Kahlil Gibran
Eyes water My soul aches The burden the pain Alone am I The pain of life To hold one dear To comfort and seek To ease my pain To be as one To seek are other Are soul is one To shed are tear are pain of life To feel the joy T
i wrote this poem to hopefully meet my dream girl i like writing blogs sometimes trying to reach her trying to be creative and different as a result i occasionally get rude mean comments from others just for trying this is my way of laughing about it in the future if i can make a good poem i'll post it here for her and because i like to write and try to be creative
Just food for thought. As my friends on here know I believe in God and not in coincidence.
Email my horse no time to stall Or Tex*us right now no need to call He's saddled up, hot to trot, and rearing to go Off into the sunset like an ol' western show Email my horse he won't charge a buck He'll kick in a horseshoe
the canvas is all yours dear poets, be inspired...
Just wild thoughts of the past Thanks all for your reads.
Advice to New Poets: Focus on the quality of your poetry And continue to improve it with each write Through your sustained effort and tenacity Your true poetic talent will come to light
Sunday morning poem..Thanks for reading and Happy Sunday!
we all have concerns!
My mum was right the giver recieves the best gift of all. :-)
dedicated to the latest victims in the name of Islam, who claimed the lives of the poor Kenyan students 147 of them. Note: let us not forget, they let all the muslims ones go then killed all the Christians. Exact same way as in the Nairobi Mall in 2013. When will it end? Meantime, on Fox News, there is a discussion of NUKING THE MUSLIM COUNTRY. Google it. I don't want this to happen, nor will I endorse it, but awareness for what it happening is important. Thank you all for your reads.
I made some adjustments to my previous piece, "The Sound Of Silence". This piece, "The Power Of Silence", allows a fuller treatment of Silence. Thanks to those who commented on "The Sounds of Silence".
The circumference of the Moon is 6,790 miles, so I know all you ladies will be dashing for your sewing baskets reaching for the tape and measuring on the map how far you are from Alicante!. It must be me because I am only 6 inches she cried!. Male sarcasm and pure hope is raging here!. There is nothing worse than hopeless rage!. Those that know me then know I am only joking!, should I have bought a tandem?? Rob xx
Connected to pain. Connected to loss. Connected to sadness. Connected to words that bind. Disconnected from you.
an inspiration to all you have given me to get my mind flowing.thank you all for your contribution.
I HOPE THIS MESSAGE SINKS IN! OR SHALL WE GO THRU LIFE; WITHOUT A NOSE!
Beautiful fall days this year
with a nod to "Multiple meanings" by boyshchrm6
I love a storm.and then the rainbow, after the storm..
I love the beach it's my most favorite place in the world I love sit on the sand and watch the pretty girls Dream my life away Oh, I love the waves The beach is my most favorite place in the world The boulevard on a Friday night Pop a brew
Sad reflection of our world
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