Why do we begin if we don't plan to finish?
Why do we love if we don't want to get hurt?
Why do we live if someday we must die?
Why do we smile if we really hurt inside?
Meaningful Poems - Page 2
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Why do we begin if we don't plan to finish?Featured Shared Story
Most of the answers to this poem in my eyes would be hope.
The Fleeting Nature Of Life
So fleeting is this thing called life, we journey toward its end,
experiencing pieces of a puzzle we don't truly comprehend.
The hues of our emotion paint a picture of our past,Featured Shared Story
Wonderful. The colors represent the emotions, indeed.
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.
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.
Learning To Let Go
Together we wrote our stories.
Together we sang our songs.
But now it's all gone.
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For some, childhood may be joyful, filled with pleasant memories. For others, it may be unpleasant. Even among those unpleasant memories, one might find at least a few pleasant memories which...
Reflective Poem About The Perception Of Time
Time is slow, time is fast.
It never stops, but it always lasts.
It's time for bed, it's time for school.
To waste your time is to be a fool.Featured Shared Story
Sisters made a great impact on my life. In 1949, at age six, I was brought to St Clara's Orphanage because neighbors found me alone in an empty house. It just so happened that I was born with...
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