Leisure
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
This is a wonderful poem and has always been one of my favourites. At this time of lockdown restrictions and protecting ourselves, we have that time to stop and look at the world - to enjoy...
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What seeds have you been planting
In the garden of your heart?
What will be forthcoming
When the germination starts?
I am suffering due to a deformity in my feet which I got in my teenage years. But I never gave up anything in life. I continued my studies and secured a good position in society. I got...
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
and steal back all lost time.
This is such a perceptive and mature poem from one so young. Her message in this poem is "Happiness is knowing when you have enough. Be thankful and grateful for what you have."
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I wonder,
Is there anything out there?
Something we don't know?
Our earth is just a grain of dust
Let me tell you, there is a God above. He did not abandon man. On the contrary, He so loved man that He came and died for us to save us. Your human life is not in vain but for a purpose. Gen...
Music is a privilege to all who hear her sing.
Joy, heart and happiness is mostly what she'll bring.
Her mood is your shadow: anger, love and irritation,
Her mood reflects your own in a way of imitation.
Can I just commend this writer on this amazing poem. I was dancing while reading this. It really did touch me as I feel that exact way when I listen to music. I really do believe that music...
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
Wishing away as it goes.
Crystal, really enjoyed the thoughtfulness of this poem. Gave me much to consider about time. Great job! Brought to mind a silly thought I once had: "Can the hands of a clock grasp the...
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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.
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.
Spread your wings and flap to fly.
The sky is there for you to try.
You say the winds are harsh, too,
But they are always there for you.
I am feelings very lonely in this huge world. No tiny space for my emotions here. I am shrinking day by day. I pray to God every second to take me away from this painful world.
I 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.
I 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...
Success is not engraved
on the pieces of paper
that control our very lives.
Well I met the author of this poem in 4th grade, and she's one of the most remarkable people I have ever known or ever hope to know.