Supportive Poems - Poems about Supportive

...living in fears thinking the dark have something cold air and dim light maybe there's someone standing me with my 26 of supportive years sleeping in one room i hear noises and whispering of ......Read the rest...

...People have command over me, They can reach on novelty whatever they say. I might get hurt a little, cause my love, They declared it's sin. Happen to be the alchemist who found dead bod......Read the rest...

... All the days of my life, nobody helped me with money except myself and limited number of family members. I never asked any favor from anybody, but I'm very grateful to God for having very few su......Read the rest...

... A woman speaks: “I will live in a tent, or demand I pay no rent! My name is Sally, I want everything free! To God, I never will bend an ungraterul knee! For my community…..nothin......Read the rest...

...In the weave of life, my sisters stand tall, Each with a role, answering the call. Pansy, the eldest, with firmness in her stride, Her care unyielding, never to hide. As a home caretaker, she t......Read the rest...

... You say you're old, but I don't see it Your wrinkles are just lines of wisdom Your hair is not gray, but silver Your eyes are not dull, but deep You say you're ugly, but I don't be......Read the rest...

...powerful and poised, she walks with grace, radiating strength in every stride she takes. optimistic and diligent, she seizes each day, virtuous and wise, in her special way. elegant and caring,......Read the rest...

... Ode to my two favourite friends “Comfy and Cosy” whom l just adore They bring me abundant joy and pleasure My soul they restore A most compatible duo Often seen hand in hand Friends to so......Read the rest...

...Inspired by Kevin and Sophie's love story in a show. Heartbreaking and moving. I thought, and you thought By Michelle Morris 25/02/2024 I wanted you to see me Like you see the world through......Read the rest...

...In the labyrinth of research and scholarly delight, Eleven years, a journey, a scholar's fight. Studied child rights in Panchayats' embrace, Seeking justice for every child's space. Through cas......Read the rest...

...O great door, Your suede mist has called me here, It beckoned whilst rolling over upon itself towards me, The burnt ash of your bones shows your wear And your wounded song fills me with wonder. ......Read the rest...

...Woe to the hands of time Woe, how quickly it changes Changes with so much haste Changes without stop Stop wrong ideas Stop feelings of hate Hate is wasted emotion Hate causes wounds Wounds th......Read the rest...

..." To act in a play in front of an empty theatre, surely does not evoke one's greatest performance. Human contact is imperative " ~~The Returning Poet~~ On a silken thread a purpose to be. A woven......Read the rest...

... Deborah has a group of high school friends who get together every now and then. Their latest time together was at the memorial for an old friend. Old age is 65 or older…at least that’s what the......Read the rest...

...The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week All the store fronts were decorated; it was a colourful sigh......Read the rest...