Short Poems - Page 4

To Ashes

• By Robert Durdle
• Published: September 2015

Life is like a fire.
If you can't control your flame,
You're bound to be burned.

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Wishes

• By Patricia A. Howard
• Published: December 22, 2018

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.

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Childhood

• By Aniket Jangam
• Published: June 2016

Going back to the time, doing all that I want,
Just living up my life, getting all that I can't!

Great was the childhood, innocent were the smiles.

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Love Is Better Than Hate

• By Poppy Cooke
• Published: May 2009

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Don't judge a book by its cover.
Love is better than hate.

Life's too short to waste opportunities

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Those Who...

• By Marijke Theart
• Published: February 2016

Those who judge are the ones who hurt the most.
Those who preach are the ones who got preached at the hardest.
Those who want to know everything are the ones who know the least.
Those who have anger are the ones who really do care.

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A Teacher

• By Mridulika Ganguly
• Published: May 2015

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A teacher introduces us to a new vision of life,
to make us as sharp as a knife.

Someone who gives us a new sight,

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Tribute To Dale Earnhardt Sr.

• By Mitchell Browder
• Published: August 2011

I have built this machine with bleeding hands.
I have shaped it to slice the wind.
I have shined it with polish and sweat.
I have balanced it with feel

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Smile, Rainbow, A Helping Hand

• By Michelle Ebel
• Published: August 2016

At times we need a little smile
or a rainbow big and bright.
At times we need a helping hand
to help us make things right.

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Never Look Back

• By Christina Renee Donnal
• Published: March 2013

Never look back at your past,
The past is the past,
and nothing at last,
Look into the future,...

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Addict's Heart

• By Jeremy C.
• Published: November 2014

We are the dry wind,
but broken shadows of our former selves,
Left with nothing
but our own carnal pleasures

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