61. Barter
Famous Poem
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
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Featured Shared Story
How wonderful to stop, really see, and appreciate what nature gives us. I too love the crashing waves, the dancing flames and beautiful smells around us, we need to be mindful of every moment...
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62. Other People
Hell is other people.
-Jean-Paul Sartre
Hell is other people whoFeatured Shared StoryThat's so true. I am from somewhere where flat girls are considered beautiful. My friends often make fun of me because I am not flat like them, and it often makes me cry, but now I'm used to...
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63. 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 IFeatured 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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64. Why
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?Featured Shared StoryMost of the answers to this poem in my eyes would be hope.
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65. In Memory Of Christian
There are only a handful of people
You'll meet in life
That truly touch your heart
And make you glad you're aliveFeatured Shared StoryOur son, Christian, passed away suddenly at the age of 26 on October 20th, 2006. I came across this poem; it reminded me so much of our Christian. He had that type of personality and the...
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66. Remember
As I walk through life,
I look at all I have done.
I had wandered aimlessly
And wondered what I have become.Featured Shared StoryA wonderful poem and every word is true. At the moment, a dreadful trauma my hubby is going through, that goes for me too. He was suddenly struck down with sepsis and was seriously ill. He...
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67. The Red Line
He danced as a buck,
sang as an elder and
beat a drum as long as he was able.
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