Take On The Character Of Poems - Poems about Take On The Character Of

Help people for those Who cannot help you back then Joy is yours await....Read the rest...

Never broke a trust Just like a broken mirror Never fixed again....Read the rest...

Hey, never stop Being a good person though Someone treat you bad....Read the rest...

Soar above storm Conquer heights and your limits Be like an eagle....Read the rest...

Our ducks has lay eggs My wife smile the good news Gives her simple joy....Read the rest...

Today, upon this stage, an actress must Perform a tale of love and woe. Many roles in past, she played and executed well But in the hushed embrace of theater's din light The actress is tasked with...Read the rest...

Many question life's existence of being Is it the heart to which we live Or a soul breathing both light and dark Kindness, hate; emotions to believe Mind alter illusion, heaven or hell Our spirit's living between two...Read the rest...

Nobody ever ask them how they feel, they are always looking for something’s to satisfy their needs; they questioned everything that they do and toss the evidence out the door when the ...Read the rest...

Give no ear to evil nor lead eye to that which will mislead the soul -- where the heart resides~ there, the spirit as well makes bunk -- ...Read the rest...

I may seem to some an elderly fool It's been a long time since I was at school But I've learned in life To not induce strife So that no one ever gets ridiculed. You can’t teach those older...Read the rest...

Love your haters though You're not like an artist yet You have fans thus far....Read the rest...

Not all the time for People swallowed the word phrase "Got it, don't give up"....Read the rest...

Weedy Eschatology By Mark D. Stucky The aging street mourns its faded splendor. It remembers having red tulips and roses in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns in community yards lining its borders. But neighborhoods gradually decayed, and nobody’s planted flowers in years. The asphalt’s...Read the rest...

Today Miss had some bees in her bonnet And many a sting was coming from it Observing her twitches The kids were in stitches As they were trying to write a sonnet. Miss was crying with the pain...Read the rest...

Rediscovering on revising Myself, Myself and I. One's self-worth, One's real self on this Rediscovery of this condition of one's ambition, objectives, how did one go astray? Mislead on this road again, Rediscovery...Read the rest...