in God Poems
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God comes to us in quiet and simple ways.
He is there when the breeze rustles the palm fronds on a quiet, lazy, sunny afternoon.
When the raindrops softly patter on the thirsty tin roofs of the poor, he is there.
I have never seen God in this light. Thank you for showing me how easy it is to find God. I have been searching for Him all my life.
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My family is the ocean around us.
My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.
This reminds me of what my family is like. My mom is the sun and warms me up after the storm. Yet my older brother, the hurricane, ruins the calm seas (me) with whirling high pitched winds...
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This is us,
Never alone.
We have each other.
Whether in the same room
That was a super fantastic poem and completely heart touching. Me and my boyfriend will be celebrating two years of our relationship next month and this poem is just so beautiful and perfect...
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Me without you
is like a leafless fall,
a snowless winter,
and a flowerless spring.
It's so lonely without you by my side. It's so hard to be alone not knowing you still want me or love me. I wish I could turn back time to redo my mistakes. I miss you like crazy, no matter...
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Friends are far, friends are near.
Friends will be there to lend an ear.
They listen, laugh, and care,
But most of all, they're always there.
What an interesting poem. Reminds me of the friends I had when I was back at school...
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When I am without her,
the sun doesn't shine as brightly.
When I am without her,
the clouds are dark and foreboding.
I met her in med school. She is called Mariam. She is so amazing, and being with her is the most beautiful thing in my life. Her smile makes me feel heaven is for real. I am gland to say I...
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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
in Spring Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
Upon a nice mid-spring day,
Let's take a look at Nature's way.
Breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feel the breeze within your hair.
Have you ever thought of this poem as a response to Thomas Moran's, "The Grand Canyon of Yellow Stone"? It is beautifully written and encompasses themes of freedom, nature, and serenity, as...
in Ocean Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
CRASHING waves... SMASHING seas...
Bringing sailors to their knees.
As they struggle to save their lives,
Hoping and praying help arrives.
This poem brought a tear to my eye and I love the way that the author has written this particular poem. It definitely is top in my book.
in Spring Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
When the cold, harsh winter has given its last breath,
When the sky above shows life instead of death,
When the claws reaching to the frozen sky become decorated with leaves,
When the animals -long in hiding- scurry from trees,
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