Book: A Title Of Life
Writing The Story Of Life
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
Meaningful Poems - Page 5
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I Am Someone...
Proud Of My QualitiesI am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as she listens.
I am someone who will tell you what you mean to her on a dime.
I am someone who is nice and caring, whose shadow glistens.Featured Shared StoryI had a professor in college tell me...there are two types of people in the world: the French-fry droppers and the French-fry picker-uppers. You and I, my dear, we are the picker-uppers. We...
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Fire And Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.Featured Shared StoryRobert Frost is a poet of great repute. It is not within our jurisdiction to comment on such a literary giant. However, in view of your invitation, I would say that he might have been in...
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Those Who...
Those who judge are the ones who hurt the most.
Those who preach are the ones who got preached at the hardest.
Those who want to know everything are the ones who know the least.
Those who have anger are the ones who really do care. -
Drop The Mirror
A silhouette upon the moonlight night
Spawned internally by her mind
A glance in a mirror, a shock of fright... -
Foreseeable Truth
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually all adults lose sight of me!
I'm constantly overshadowed by greed, and hatred.
The media waste no time to advertise my enemies.... -
Storm Is Life
When it's to rain,
clouds gather up in the sky.
So dark, mild, puffy and scary.
No place is laid out for better safety.... -
Brotherhood
I walk slowly down the streets paved with sadness,
Addicts begging for favors and pleading for change,
Desperation plagues their dark hollow eyes
And their hearts, they are empty and I ...Featured Shared StoryWhen my father died, I though my world had died too. I no longer cared about anything, things I once cared about had no meaning, no worth. Unfortunately, this included not only material...
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Holidays
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;-- -
The Guitar Of Time
Longing For PeaceOn a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always kept moving, he never looked behind,
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