81. Breaking The Cycle
You're breaking the cycle
Its starts with you today
So with that power
This I want you to say
You're breaking the cycle
Its starts with you today
So with that power
This I want you to say
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If I could sing a song for the world, then it would be
A song for peace and love and harmony.
To cherish all the moments we hold so dear
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If the mighty oak could speak the words
Of the times that it's been tried,
It'd speak about growing roots
Instead of how it died.
There you are, sneaking upon me!
From the corner of my eye, you make no sound, but I can see!
I ignore you're there, but you grow each day.
You were beautiful
before they said, you are beautiful
You were smart
Strength comes
In so many forms.
In giving people
Second chances,
There's a need for more bridges than fences
There's a need for more love and less hate
There's a need for more laughers than critics
There's a need for more use and less waste
I agree with every word in this poem - well said. Very best wishes, Ann
Famous Poem
With doubt and dismay you are smitten
You think there's no chance for you, son?
Why, the best books haven't been written
The best race hasn't been run,
Take a bow, lovely one.
Because you’re tired
And still you’re doing it.
You’re feeling empty
I'm convinced that those close to you are grateful to know you and to have you around. This is a very uplifting and motivating piece. I like it. Thanks again.
We are only falling stars,
Fleeting sparks that arc
Across the vast forever of time
Through others' nights,
Famous Poem
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
Your life is a gift more precious than gold
From the day of your birth, your life starts to unfold
Treat it with kindness and treat it with care
And the strength in your body will always be there
I lie awake at night
Hoping that someone can hear my plea
That someone above can show me
In life's symphony, my note dances astray,
A unique tale unfolding, forging my own way.
Within the labyrinth of conformity's grip,
I defy the mold, embracing my own script.
Catch your dream, don't let it go
'cause time is faster than you'll ever know.
No matter what, don't give up on what you believe.
When you give, you'll always receive.
Child, stand strong holding your head up high,
Believe me, your life path is far from over,
For a moment, you may wince in wrenching pain and cry,
Not knowing you'll soon find your own four-leafed clover.
Thanks Ann! Yes, writing the poem has helped me and like you, l find writing poems quite therapeutic. So sorry to hear about your husband's terminal illness. I hope you continue to find...
Keep your eyes on the prize
Watching for the finish line
Taking in another breath of air
You realize in just a few minutes
One day,
She will break her silence.
She will scream.
She will shout.
Along a path, there was a bush,
That grew in marshy ground.
Its branches thick and laden down,
With berries big and round.