a little poem about life...thank u very much for ur sweet-saint kindness....?
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Life like my live love ...
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That is beautiful. It's heartfelt and I used to write a lot and in High school I was picked best writer by the teachers. This poem seems as though you or whoever wrote this wasn't writing because they felt they had to but because these are feelings that plague them everyday. I feel that the only way to be a true writer is to be able to contact the feelings inside of you and bring them out in pictures instead of words and put those pictures into words on paper. It seems that's what the writer was doing and did a very good job at interpreting her own thoughts and pictures. That's what I do, I'm an only child so all I had was my own thoughts and imagination. Keep writing so you can get better and more refined and you could compile a book of poetry and get it published and make some good money off of it. Sorry that was my entrepreneurial side coming out of me. Good work though!!!! Practice makes perfect, you can be an excellent writer once you keep practicing and find your own style. Excellent hope to see more!
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This is a poem I came by \n\n\n\nHow Could You? \n\nWhen I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you \nlaugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. \n\nMy housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were \nterribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights \nof nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret \ndreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the \ncone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in \nthe sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. \n\nGradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, \nand more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, \ncomforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. \n\nShe, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into \nour home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because \nyou were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your \nexcitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." \n\nAs they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and \npulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, \ninvestigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. \n\nI would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret \ndreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. \nThere had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you \nproduced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. \nThese past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. \nI had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every \nexpenditure on my behalf. \n\nNow, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they \nwill be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made \nthe right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only \nfamily. \n\nI was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal \nshelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They \nshrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a \nmiddle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's \nfingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided \nmy eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You \nhad a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. \n\nAfter you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your \nupcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good \nhome. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" \n\nThey are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy \nschedule
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if u can type the poem i cn help
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Love\nThen said Almitra, speak to us of Love.\nAnd he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: \nWhen love beckons to you , follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. \nAnd when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.\nAnd when he speaks to you believe in him,\nThough his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.\nFor even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. \nEven as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.\n\nLike sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.\nHe threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks.\nHe grinds you to whiteness. \nHe kneads you until you are pliant; \nAnd then he assign you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.\nAll these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become fragment of Life’s heart.\n\nBut if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, \nThen it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,\nInto the seasonless world there you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your treas.\nLove gives naught but itself and take naught but from itself.\nLove possesses not nor would it be possessed;\nFor love is sufficient unto love.\nWhen you love you should not say God is in my heart\nAnd think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.\nLove has not other desire but to fulfil itself.\nBut if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:\nTo melt and belike a running brook that sings its melody to the night.\nTo know the pain of too much tenderness.\nAnd to bleed willingly and joyfully .\nTo wake at dawn with a winged heard and give thanks for another day of loving;\nTo rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;\nTo return home at eventide with gratitude;\nAnd then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.\n\nFrom book THE PROPHET BY KAHLIL GIBRAN
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Patience is kindness.\nYour patience,\nyour kindness,\nis all too much for me.\nI am in a haze of shame\nas I stumble and fall.\nYou laugh at my clumsy mistakes\nbut always help me get up again.\nOne day,\nwhen I grow up,\nI wanna be just like you.\nYou and your unwavering patience.\n\nwriting poems are HARD!!!! >o<
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Send an E-Card. add a little verse... Happy .....
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Wow, very beautiful and powerful.  I particularly love the first 3 lines as well as the lines about sending peace and love, but little hate or envy.  \n\nKeep on writing!  :)
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i like a poem with really deep poetic lines...something that moves me after reading it...something that could possibly change how i feel about a subject after reading it...
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Hallelujah!!\n\n& thank you! same goes for you. may all go well and bless your soul!
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Thanks :) wish you all the best
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that was cute.. :)\nthanks good night ..:)
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All of your poems make me want to cry! They are so beautiful, and Ashley would be proud of you and would love you soooo much if she were here to read them! You are such a loving soul, and Ashley was a very lucky girl to have ever had you in her life!!!
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the poem is really touching..i loved it,,i know u are gonna give it to ur best friend who is upset with u for some resons..am i right??all the best,i know u'll definately get the problem solved and ur best friend will come back to u if she really understands ur feelings.
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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l love this poem\n\nAs Days Flew By \nby Peng \nThe very first time I saw you,\nWas special how we met.\nYou took me by complete surprise.\nI knew my heart was set.\n\nAs days flew by, we talked again,\nBut you never seemed to care.\nI tried my best to help you out,\nBy a favor here, or a favor there.\n\nAlthough I made a fast approach,\nOur friendship grew and grew.\nI realized how deep I cared,\nBut the feeling I felt was new.\n\nIn time I became attached to you.\nFrom a hug, I wouldn't let go.\nI soon saw how close we were,\nAnd the feeling was good to know.\n\nFor you, I wrote sweet letters and songs.\nYou were on my mind all day.\nThe thought of sleeping was nowhere near,\nUnless I knew you were okay.\n\nIt hit me then, what I was in -\nA unique and precious love.\nFor the person I said was only mine,\nWas an angel sent from above.\n\nThe minutes without you turned into days,\nAnd the seconds with you flew fast.\nI could only wish to see you more,\nAnd make each moment last.\n\nThe times I spent with you,\nWere what made my heart complete.\nI knew one thing for sure,\nWithout you, my future was obsolete.\n\nAnd now, we love just the same,\nAs it doubles day by day.\nI stare deep into your precious eyes,\nYet I'm still speechless to what I should say.\n\nWith you, I'm in a whole new world.\nYou bring out the best in me.\nIt's hard to picture you not there,\nWhen you taught me who to be.\n\nYes, the road ahead gets hard,\nWhen things may only seem rough.\nBut because you and I try so much,\nWe'll stay strong and get by tough.\n\nThough problems may lie ahead someday,\nAnd either of us could be right;\nI promise to always be by your side,\nAnd I promise my heart, so hold it tight.\n\nAnd so, each night, beside my bed,\nWhen there's only bright stars to see;\nI pray that we may never give up,\nAnd will always remain you and me.
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That i have made someone happy to know me,\nAND,\nhere are some smothering hugs for you gwiz,\nsomeone who is a very kind person\nsaid that to me today .....\nsweetest & most warming gesture\nthat has bestowed my life in the last few days....\nThats why me avatar had a smile, for awhile ....