Author: Unknown
Even the slowest river eventually reaches the sea.
And the lowest point of the highest mountain is the ground.
But a foolish dog will never catch its tail,
And eventually tire from running around.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Sometimes it seems that we are trying so hard and making no progress. Sometimes it seems that things that we once so good just keep getting worse and worse.
Sometimes we need to think about where we a putting all our effort.
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Author: Nathan
I myself have a few words of wisdom to be said:
To walk an inch is sinch,
To walk a whole yard is hard,
But never give up,
Never lose faith in yourself, never,
Or you will never walk that yard.
Love your son.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
About 9 or 10 years ago, when my son was 8 or 9, he left this hand written poem under my duvet. His mum had left a couple of years earlier and he and I were getting on with life, but it wasn't always easy.
Today is his 18th birthday. I still have his hand writtem poem kept safe and sound.
He is the best son a dad could ever have.
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Author: Unknown
Stand ... Fall,
Kneel ... Crawl,
Run ... Walk,
Shout ... Talk,
Hide ... Seek,
Stare ... Peek,
Laugh ... Cry,
Live ... Die.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Author: Unknown
As the moon hung in the night's sky,
I hung for a moment in eternity.
Paralyzed, hypnotised and mesmerised.
Time stood still ... kindly permitting me to print this picture in my mind.
For some time is cruel,
But even time knew that moments like these are too few to rush.
The bright moon shone hard beams of light into the room,
Striking every obstacle, rebounding reflections, creating deceptions,
Urgently and unforgivably forcing itself into all of the darkness,
Until it reached you ... Where time had stood still.
The moonlight, gently, softly, landed on you velvet skin,
And nimbly danced across your body,
Carefully resting on you lips, reaching up to your cheekbones,
Cautiously hovering around the beauty of your silent sleeping silhouette.
I stared at the moon and the moon stared at me,
Both afraid to move,
Afraid to disturb the beauty, the moment.
Carefully, slowly, cautiously, the moonbeams retreated
And time gradually inched forward again,
But not before I had forever etched the moment in eternity.
In the bright moonlit sky I looked at the moon and the moon looked at me.
We know, we have seen and we remember when time stood still,
And we were there.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
This was one of the moments in my life when I first knew, without doubt, that I had finally found the truest love I have ever known and I would never lose that love.
She is, merely by her presence, able to soften the hardest challenges life presents, doing so without even realising it.
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