Tolerance
in Compassion Poems
Perpetuating hatred--
It's happening every day,
While many who contribute
Would be the first to say,
in Compassion Poems
Perpetuating hatred--
It's happening every day,
While many who contribute
Would be the first to say,
in Aging Poems
I have waited quite a long time to get old,
So I think I should try to enjoy it.
I can't turn it in for a refund,
And I surely don't want to destroy it.
It is genuinely a beautiful poem depicting the harsh reality of life that many of us don't really know how to handle the unwanted changes that old age brings with it. One always lives in this...
We are never finished products,
No matter how long we live.
There's always something we can add,
Like learning to forgive.
I see you looking at your children,
Wondering what their lives will be.
If you verify some answers
Then their future you might see.
I loved this poem. The list of things that should be given to our children to have an amazing journey through this life, it's all here! This poem contains so much wisdom! Beautifully written....
Once in a while, if you are feeling blue,
When troubles seem to keep coming along,
If you will take the time to listen to music
It can lift your spirits on the wings of a song.
It's very true. Nicely penned. Simple and clear expressions.
At a time of sorrow, it is hard to believe
That the sun will once again shine.
That's when it seems you do nothing but grieve,
With all joy being left far behind.
If you have helped one single person
To overcome a prejudicial mind,
You have made an angel sing.
Though there is gold up in the mountains,
Lovely pearls deep in the sea,
Those treasures do not mean as much
As your friendship means to me.
Best friends mean different things to different people. Some insist that you can have only one best friend. Others assert that they have best friends for different aspects of their...
I love a lonely winding road
That takes me where I cannot see
Until each softly rounded hill
Reveals its landscaped mystery.
Vivid view of the wonders of nature with a rhythmic flow as it's spoken.
This work is timeless and will be just as potent 50 years from today.
in Aging Poems
When sleepless I lie,
As the hours slip by,
I go walking the paths back home.
I hear the meadowlark's song