For me, life is a struggle.
It's an impossible reality every single day.
I try to understand, try to unlock the secrets,
To unravel the mystery.
Meaningful Poems - Page 2
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Confusion Of Life
For me, life is a struggle.Featured Shared Story
Wow, I’m ready to cry. This relates so much to what I feel every day. I live life questioning everything because nothing is nothing and doesn’t make sense. Life throws curve balls when I...
Poem With Advice To Live By
As I walk through life,
I look at all I have done.
I had wandered aimlessly,
And wondered what I have become.Featured Shared Story
Sometimes in life we need words like this to carry us through to the next day: words of wisdom, courage, acceptance, and love. I am glad I read the poem; it just made my day.
Analysis of Form and Technique
Life may not let me choose my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
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I really loved this poem. It is simple but lovely, the sort of thing you could hand to anyone troubles with life. The choice is theirs to let things worry them and spoil their live or to get...
The Power Of The Tongue
I have seen what words can do,
As I deal with people everywhere;
The tongue is powerful, it's true!
Something to tame and use with care.Featured Shared Story
That was such a kind and honest evaluation. I can't take all the credit for this particular poem though. I owe it to my mum - the first person to point out Prov. 15:1 to me in the Bible, and...
Poem About Making Good Choices
Your story is written day by day.
It is written with things that you do and say.
Daily you start with a page that is blank.Featured Shared Story
I like poems written in simple words so that even a layman can understand. This is one such. It is nice.
Poem About Finding Myself
Who am I, you ask?
I am a lion who comes off as a lamb.
I am an ocean with waves big enough to drown.
I am a roller coaster of emotions.Featured Shared Story
My face is the place
I hide my pain.
My face is a place
Where raindrops fall hiding the tears that have been there for so many years.
My face is the place that hides my pain.
Existing in the realm of its own true hell,
the pacing of the parasite begins to swell.
It suffers in silence, yet demands to be heard.
It will never survive without its bevy of words.Featured Shared Story
This poem was amazing. May I PLEASE use some of it as song lyrics. I'll make sure it's known that you wrote it.
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