Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.
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May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's presence
in all you say and do.
The poet, Lenora, has reached the pinnacle of a wish. A human being flourishes within a society and he has lots to give to that society and not to forget he must have the bliss from God. The...
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn't sure what I should do.
Perhaps, I'll leave it up to you.
I enjoyed the poem, and I always try smile, but now it's a little hard because of masks. This poem should be seen by everyone and help people feel more comfortable.
Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?
This is a very inspiring poem. I am a health care professional working with elderly nursing home care patients... many are alone with various combinations of impairments in hearing, seeing,...
Ears that hear, eyes that see,
A heart that understands.
One who sees the broken pieces,
Gently holding them in your hands.
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
With so much sadness and feeling alone in the world today, reading these words reminded me there are so many others that feel the same. And it's so important for us all to remember all humans...
Through my eyes
All I see
Is a perfect little boy
Staring back at me
A poem of profound love, insight, dedication and patience, Steph. Mothers frequently bring out the best in us. All the best to you and your son. Kind regards, Paul.
When you feel bad for what you say
Remember your mom wasn't always this way.
She is your mom and used to be
A woman who cared, much like me.
My mom is not 90. She is just 66 and is in that transition phase when you begin to realize she is growing old. It is a hard thing to realize. The woman who took care of you all your...
If I were a Rose painted black,
would you cast me aside
like blackened, burnt rice?
Would my color tarnish my sweet smell?
This was a very true poem! I love the meaning, and it really brings out the idea of discrimination by color and how bad it is. I love it!
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's something that no one else can ever steal.
It's the sweetest human contact for the body and the mind.
Here's a virtual hug from me! It will get better, hang in there!
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