The Blade And The Ax
On a bench, in Joe's little shed,
lying not too far apart,
were his ax and his switchblade,
having a quiet heart-to-heart.
On a bench, in Joe's little shed,
lying not too far apart,
were his ax and his switchblade,
having a quiet heart-to-heart.
The conversation between a blade and an ax is interesting, and it teaches a lesson. Nobody should be proud because of one's usefulness; everybody is needed but in a different way!
in Faith Poems
Rest, my soul, in God's love
as you live every day.
Relax in His faithfulness
as you go along your way.
Beautiful. If we would only do this, problems solved. Reading this will set one at peace.
in Prayer Poems
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the day ahead.
Peggy,
You take the time to appreciate the work of others, offer encouragement and leave insightful comments. It's quite obvious you are a kind, intelligent and tenderhearted person, and I...
That friend,
Would you two have had more fun
If you knew how long he'd be gone?
This is an amazing poem that is so true. Keep it up. There are so many things people don't notice normally.
Once I did hear my brother call
The sun a giant fire ball.
How can that be?
For what I see,
The poem written in simple colloquial language expresses the genuine thoughts of an innocent child who admires nature.
Analysis of Form and Technique
Life may not let me choose my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
I really loved this poem. It is simple but lovely, the sort of thing you could hand to anyone having troubles with life. The choice is theirs to let things worry them and spoil their lives or...
Take a moment.
Put the worries behind.
Take in the beauty around.
Let it relax your mind.
This makes me feel the opposite of what I feel when I need to finish my hours of homework. This poem is a work of art that makes you feel so centered and calm. If this poem was my stuffed...
Because I know who I am,
I'm at ease and free.
I can't be like others,
And they can't be me.
This poem speaks to me because I used to have a hard time accepting who I am. This is one of the deepest poems I've read yet. But now I've finally accepted who I am. Thanks for the inspiration.
You always answer when I call
And help me up if I should fall,
But you never complain at all,
My true friend.
I absolutely love this poem and truly hope you shared it with the friend you wrote it to. Although my experience with this sort of thing has not been very lucky (maybe it's because my poem...
First impressions can be strong
About those we see around.
Yet how often are they wrong?
That is the truth I've found.
What a wonderful piece of writing. I love it! I agree with it. In my early 20's I worked in a convenience store, and I had a game I played where I would judge whether the customer would be...