This is a poem for little ones. I origanlly wrote this for my sisters kids.Tell me what you think?
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I think its super sweet. Its like Jesus talking to us right? Like we're the little bitty ones?
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You were the neighbor,just right down the road.\nWe were just kids, and you did not know.\nHow I did try to just get a glimpse of those beautiful eyes.\nBut I was so shy.\nMy brothers taunted and teased me, till I was begging on my knees. They would not stop harassing me. \nThis made me so shy that all I ever felt was deep,silent crys. \nWhen saw you I would hide, with tears rolling out of my eyes.\nI was afraid of rejection, Afraid that you would think of me as "weird."\nThe years slipped away and you never knew, how I really felt for you.\nSoon, to soon we moved away. It tore my heart out, deep in to the roots of my very soul.\nWhy did I not just tell you how I really felt?\nNow five hundred miles away, I lay in my pain,fear and my own doubt.\nBut why?
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Oh Yes ! Fully agreed ! My mind needs a Dry Cleaning or needs to be sent to Laundry !! It has become very dirty....especially after reading your poetry , except for the last stanza !!! You call it a Naughty ? I must say it was an erotic One !!!  Ha Ha Ha ....Nice one....Quite imaginative ! I liked it !
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I am so sorry to hear this. My thoughts and prayers are with your brother you and his family.\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep\nI am not there; I do not sleep.\nI am a thousand winds that blow,\nI am the diamond glints on snow,\nI am the sun on ripened grain,\nI am the gentle autumn rain.\nWhen you awaken in the morning's hush\nI am the swift uplifting rush\nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\nI am the soft stars that shine at night.\nDo not stand at my grave and cry,\nI am not there; I did not die.
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the sad thing about this poem is that, EVERY SINGLE WORD IS TRUE, we have been used and abused to the point of even the most placid of people now becoming anti asylum and anti immigration, or racist as some would say.\nit is time all this came to a stop, enough is enough, we are now so overcrowded that there is no longer enough resources to go round,ie, jobs, houses, schools,NHS etc, if this carries on the way it is now we will soon become a third world country ourselves, and all that we have worked for and paid into will have all been for nothing.
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In all honesty it is such a lovely poem but once u get to the additional info @ 2 minutes, it is a little bit too full on. I personally am a very romantic sensitive person who also writes stuff, but it goes too deep even for someone like me at that point. Despite this if a guy wrote me that poem i would go totally mushy anyway!
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There is one thing about having a few minutes to myself that I wouldn't miss for the world - time to sit and let my imagination run wild.\n\nWell, perhaps wild isn't the word - just time to let ideas and images play in your mind until, suddenly, you see something in a new way.\n\nI was always told off for day-dreaming as a child - too many chores to be done!\nBut as I went to collect the water in the morning - or stood with my hands up to the elbows in bread dough - well, it was easy to let my imagination go. \n\nI might be going to the well to collect water - but, in my imagination, I was Miriam going to the Nile to check up on baby Moses - ready to rescue him at a moment's notice if he was in real danger! \n\nI might be kneading dough for Mary and Lazarus - but, in my imagination, I was preparing the meal for the angels who visited Sarah. \n\nI would build up the picture in my imagination - until I could even smell the atmosphere. I would imagine what I would do - and say - and I was far braver in my imagination than I ever am outside it.... \n\nOr rather I used to be...\n\nJesus and I used to have these wonderful conversations - as you probably know. As far as everyone else was concerned, I was just Martha - chief cook and bottle-washer! But to Jesus - oh, I could be Queen of the Nile  - Esther saving her people - Ruth promising to go wherever Naomi led - I could be anything. He never laughed - well, not at me - though often with me - as we realised that maybe I was going a bit too far along the Queen of the Nile bit! But what He did that I'd never thought of doing, was to use my day-dreams to learn about myself - and to listen to what they might be telling me.\n\nHe showed me that sometimes they left me feeling stronger - and more joyful - and at peace - and full of energy - all at the same time! These, He said, showed that I was at rights with myself and with God.\n\nAt other times, of course, they left me feeling dissatisfied - and out-of-sorts - and, sure enough, He said that that was because I wasn't at right with myself and with God.\n\nAnd sometimes, I could be feeling frustrated about something - and not know quite what the matter was - and He would suggest I spent some time just day-dreaming about some incident that He'd suggest. I never knew how He decided - but it might be thinking about Mary when the angel turned-up to say that she was to bear the Son of God - or it might be one of the healings He'd done - just about anything...\n\nIt might take a few attempts - but quite often - as I let the story build up in my imagination, I'd start to get glimpses of what was really going on inside me - and where things might be going wrong between me and God.\n\nBut what surprised me most was - the change in me. I'm not sure even now that I can explain it. Somehow, day-dreaming about Mary's "yes" and Ruth following Naomi - and all the other things I imagined -somehow, they began to change me. While Jesus was with us - it was easy to be confident and brave - but on that Friday - well, I surprised myself...It was as if He'd been training me for the day when I'd have to go and be there to help His mother and the others prepare Him for burial...to stand up and be counted -and not hide away - too busy to go...there was a Passover Meal to cook remember...\n\nIt was as if I practised in my imagination all the things I would need to follow Him when I couldn't see Him - or touch Him... Even after He returned to the Father - it was as if I could find Him in my imagination - just to sit and let something of His story come into my head - and then work with it ....and see what He taught me through it...\n\nDrinking from the Wellspring\n\nMany people day-dream - but it's often just a series of unconnected thoughts.\n\nTake time to try Martha' method. \nFind time and space where you won't be disturbed and choose a story from the Bible. As you start, ask God - Jesus
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Excellent little ditty 10/10 Well done. \nMore please.
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Hey, I am so sorry that I didnt write a poem. I cant write poems very good. LOL. But I just wanted to tell you how good that poem is.I love reading poems about what others went through, and this is the best one yet! I hope everything works out between you and your ex.
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Wow, that is so beautiful.\nNo, it does not sound like a letter, it's definately a poem and it has a story somewhere in there. I wouldn't mind hearing it, i'm interested. I've written a few poems but they're not constructed well like yours is very well done. mine all have stories burried somewhere in them. How i came to writting whatever i wrote or what they're about.\n\nbest of luck, and keep on rolling\n~just a Youngling\n\nps. i chocked on a paperclip because that's how i roll
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I am only speaking for myself, but I was taught to be a responsible person at an early age. I didn't have to work\nif didn't want to,but I started working way before I turned\n18. Only because I felt if wanted something extra for my- \nself, that I should earn it instead of that something just\nbeing handed to me.\nAs for the parent subject, I come from the US. My family,\nMy culture, doesn't  believe in discarding are elderly. We \nbelieve that are elderly should be honored and respected.\nThey are the ones that paved the way for us in this world.\nAre parents created us, taught us, loved us! They hold a \nspecial place in are families. They are the ones we go to  \nfor advice,comforting and loving. They are considered to\nbe the wise ones!\nSo there maybe some people who do send their parents\nto retirement homes, but did you consider the reasons\nwhy they do? Some people may not have the finances to\nbe able to take care of ther parents, some may not have the capability to, some of \nthe parents may have special needs that can only be \ntaking care of in that kind of facility. There are also some \nparents who actually chose to be in that kind of place for \nwhat ever reasons.\nAll I know is what I would do. I take care of my elderly mom\nright now! She doesn't need for anything. My family and I \npay the bills,clean and cook for her. She comes and goes\nas she pleases, spends her money as she pleases. I \nthink and again it's only me, that my mother has fullfilled \nher duty to me! And it's time I did my loving duty to her, to\nmake the last stages in her life, the best, the easiest, the \nmost comforting and do it with love as she did for me!
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That was amazing. If you wrote this you have an immense amount of talent. You seem to know what you want to say and have a perfect way of putting in on a piece of paper. You should go to www.howtowritepoetry.com and enter it in their contest. I think that was a beautiful poem and you should continue writing because you have pure natural talent that i think people can relate to and are touched by because i know i was.
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I love it, I write poetry myself, you should keep going with it :) It is very deep , Good job
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Good Poem.......lots of potential! Keep it up!! Good Luck on the girlfriend too.....she's out there!!
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the poem is very good!!!
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I hope you can take constuctive criticism. I think you're thoughts are good but it's too Rhymie. It's more like a limerick than a poem. And I personally don't like that 3rd line, "People near me makes my fun." I don't understand that.\n\nSorry for the honesty!
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great poem by a cute girl