1. Changing The Past
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away
Published: November 2019
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The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away
I really enjoyed this poem. It's so very true. We all have certain regrets or circumstances in life we would give anything to change if we could. Sometimes that is just not possible, and even...
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let it flow in the breeze.
Love this poem, most of us go through our minds taking over in a negative way at some point in life, not just the young, all ages go through our thoughts that play over and over in our minds,...
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To learn while still a child
What this life is meant to be.
To know it goes beyond myself,
It's so much more than me.
I teach in an urban district where I have a first-hand look at life from a different perspective. I teach seniors who are getting ready to go into a world where they are thought to be NOT as...
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still my heart wasn't right.
This poem hit me like a truck. My mum's around, but she's never had an emotional attachment to me. My dad's a loser somewhere. I struggle daily with my feelings and am struggling after my...
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in Father Poems
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm two
"Look, Daddy, I can tie my shoe!"
Wow! Words cannot describe the quality of this poem. It is touching and another thing is that it co-relates with life's reality. Thanks a lot and thumbs up for the great job!
in Anger Poems
How am I going to explain this to you?
I have four children and don't know what to do.
I have had less than eight hours of sleep all week.
I am so tired of yelling, I can barely speak.
As a single mother of three girls (now grown with families of their own), I can totally relate to this piece. My husband and I split up when my youngest daughter was 18 months old. I worked...
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