Secrets Under Trees
Tiny little secrets
Get buried in the dirt,
And if they were dug up,
Someone would probably get hurt,
Tiny little secrets
Get buried in the dirt,
And if they were dug up,
Someone would probably get hurt,
I don’t know if that’s true, because sometimes it's better to hide the hurtful secrets because the world these days will probably laugh at you then do nothing for a few days then decide...
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Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
What a perfect poem! At times we could basically tell how people were feeling despite their facial expressions. It was in their eyes the tell- tale signs that led us to see at least the...
What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow;
What are brief? Today and tomorrow;
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth;
What are deep? The ocean and truth.
It’s pure perfection, this poem. It couldn't have been said any better and yet be any more poetic and precise. Beautiful.
This poem shall stand the test of time,
For it's got so much...
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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,
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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...
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing at my feet.
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Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’t heal wounds to
Very nicely done. I totally agree with you. I've used this same approach in my own life. I think sometime we pay more attention to what we're about to go through instead of how much you've...
Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust begins to form
Little baby Oh so small
One day you will be big and tall
I watch you while you laugh and play
My love for you grows everyday ...
So true. Before you know it the baby has grown. To a real mom they will forever be your babies.
They say it's sweet that we laugh
because our bodies literally
can't contain the
joy.
Yeah, it is actually true. When we cry, we get relief from the pain.