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I asked the Zebra, are you black with white stripes. Or white with black stripes. And the zebra asked me, Are you good with bad habits. Or are you bad with good habits.
A man once said "it's only words". But that is strictly for the birds. For words are good words are great. Words spread love and nurture hate. They help us thru our darkest hour.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
Explanation: in one episode of the cartoon series As Told By Ginger, there is a poem that she recites for her class. I saw this episode so many years ago, but I think about the poem almost daily.
You were my gift until Death bought a vicious kiss.
Beer and afternoons well spent in pleasure and good company consumed, taken in at leisure time not passing nor the need of life's petty, grey attachments borne out from necessity leave us lone with...
Meet me at that place,. The one that no one knew,. The place where we could stay,. No one, just me and you,. You know the way you used to smile,. We would smile and laugh together,.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem, And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog, And that's what it was all about, And his teacher gave him an A and a...
What hope means Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay, Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot summer day.
I need to see what you've got, the lot, the shot, your hot spot, Need the heat from that place, bring it closer to my face, What we will do, I'll be for you, What we will be, oh please let me...
Poets are descriptive-ish in their poems. They try to make you feel as if you're experiancing what they write.
By Tupac Shakur Did you hear about the rose that grew from concrete Proving natures laws wrong it learned to walk without having feet Funny it seems to be but by keeping its dreams It learned to...
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
Eye Halve a Spelling Chequer Eye halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plainly marques four my revue Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
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A poem about no longer being bullied. A callous whisper in the wind. You never let it lie. Obsession with the pain you cause. Yet I no longer cry. Resilience it grew with time.
My mother died while I was still young, He hit her so hard, she bit off her own tongue, Nightmares never ending beginning to creep, Can see the blazing flames of fire swirling deep in my sleep, Fist...
And for those in angst, Pooh says it perfectly: "Love is taking a few steps backward maybe even more...to give way to the happiness of the person you love" A A Milne I have a feeling I may be...
Written for a friend in need. <3 By Me. Emily. Sometimes we think that we have no worth Sometimes we question the time of our birth. Sometimes we feel that who we are isn't good.
If I show you a good time Will you be mine. Will you dine with me in fine wine. Will you dine for all of mankind.
~This poem isn't aimed at anyone in particular, it's just an expression of love. To nobody. Or anyone.
Change my path it's clear, Change my path I must, Change my life from here, To a place that's filled with trust.
The lines of poetry twist and turn, A maze of words untouched, unturned. Each golden drop of sunshine burns, Every word as ashes leave, blurred.
I n these dark times of fear T errors always near S tops for nothing, never waits J ust get that one thing clear U nify tonight together we shall fight S hit won't switch itself T omorrow starts...