41. The Marching Heart
I believe the beating in our hearts
was put there to remind us
that even when we feel alone in the world,
a part of us marches on,
I believe the beating in our hearts
was put there to remind us
that even when we feel alone in the world,
a part of us marches on,
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Try as I may, try as I do,
there are days when I wish
I could go back
to the girl I used to be
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Our life is like a thorny rose
Not perfect, but always beautiful
The thorns represent the hardships in our lives.
The delicate red petals represent the fun and beautiful things in our lives.
Lovely Poem. Life means struggling. We know we may seem like a rose, but some thorns are our weaknesses. Let's forget all the awkward moments and smile like a rose accepting the thorns for a...
Memories in my life fade away
As I replace them with others.
They are forgotten and stored away.
Although the memories are pushed to the side,
Open heart and open mind,
On a journey of a lifetime.
Love and respect all,
Get back up when you fall.
The orange glow of the fireplace
fills the room with Christmas cheer.
To my family I raise my glass,
full of wishes for the year.
I am learning to find hope
in the smallest and most unexpected places
like the whispers through the forest
and the velvet evening sky
This poem speaks to me. I really like it. We spend so much of our time focusing on things that really don't make life better and we miss out on many of the things that do.
You were beautiful
before they said, you are beautiful
You were smart
Beautiful Girl,
you don’t even realize
that some people
look at your madness
Don't judge a book by its cover.
Love is better than hate.
Life's too short to waste opportunities
Have faith
that although it may seem
like the good has come and gone,
there will be better.
Wow! I love it. My kind of writing. Short, to the point with powerful words, and a great message. I have witnessed firsthand how better has come, many times.
You are enough
You have always been enough, and
You will forever be
Enough
maybe the answer is simple,
and all along
there's been relief--
if the strands of your soul
It’s the simple things
that bring me joy
it’s being with you
that fills my soul
oh,
how I miss the high of you
how you fill the entire room
how you make my heart race
let autumn be proof that
change is a beautiful thing
even though it can be
hard to see at first.
Good job. It's funny how change can be the thing we need the most but want the least.
Of this I am certain:
your heart is a tender
wound that will always heal,
wears grace like a grown,
I used to believe
that I had to learn
how to love myself
before I could take care