Poems About Strength Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about strength published by members recently online.
Teenage Sunset
Shame is not right,
its the happening,
You think I know of no guilt
I am the advocate's devil,
but I know of the feeling
and trust me, I am bleeding
but its the sentimental,
I walked you home
every day from the age of twelve.
We never held hands,
but we were in love.
Alesia McKenzie
the beach side coves,
your blue eyes so pretty.
I never touched your side,
and it buried me alive.
its the happening,
You think I know of no guilt
I am the advocate's devil,
but I know of the feeling
and trust me, I am bleeding
but its the sentimental,
I walked you home
every day from the age of twelve.
We never held hands,
but we were in love.
Alesia McKenzie
the beach side coves,
your blue eyes so pretty.
I never touched your side,
and it buried me alive.
#admiration
#happiness
#love #strength
#love #strength
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Teenage Sunset
Shame is not right,
its the happening,
You think I know of no guilt
I am the advocate's devil,
but I know of the feeling
and trust me, I am bleeding
but its the sentimental,
I walked you home
every day from the age of twelve.
We never held hands,
but we were in love.
Alesia McKenzie
the beach side coves,
your blue eyes so pretty.
I never touched your side,
and it buried me alive.
its the happening,
You think I know of no guilt
I am the advocate's devil,
but I know of the feeling
and trust me, I am bleeding
but its the sentimental,
I walked you home
every day from the age of twelve.
We never held hands,
but we were in love.
Alesia McKenzie
the beach side coves,
your blue eyes so pretty.
I never touched your side,
and it buried me alive.
#admiration
#happiness
#love #strength
#love #strength
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0 Comments
One Liner....No 2
Even ants have shadows.
#hope
#love
#strength
56 reads
2 Comments
One Liner....No 2
Even ants have shadows.
#hope
#love
#strength
56 reads
2 Comments
One Liner....No 2
Even ants have shadows.
#hope
#love
#strength
56 reads
2 Comments
From One Mother To Another
It's a beautiful gift to watch your children tackle life unbroken when something so broken raised them. Hiding the pain was worth it, and in the moments when I couldn't cope, when I would spill over because it was all just too much, well, I regret not being stronger in those moments. Because in those moments they couldn't understand that part of mom, the war of cycle breaking and the toll it takes on mind body and soul, where I would lay in bed for three or four days crying and praying, praying for God to renew my strength, but never once did I lay a hand on them, never once did I withhold my...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love #strength
#love #strength
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From One Mother To Another
It's a beautiful gift to watch your children tackle life unbroken when something so broken raised them. Hiding the pain was worth it, and in the moments when I couldn't cope, when I would spill over because it was all just too much, well, I regret not being stronger in those moments. Because in those moments they couldn't understand that part of mom, the war of cycle breaking and the toll it takes on mind body and soul, where I would lay in bed for three or four days crying and praying, praying for God to renew my strength, but never once did I lay a hand on them, never once did I withhold my...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love #strength
#love #strength
64 reads
2 Comments
From One Mother To Another
It's a beautiful gift to watch your children tackle life unbroken when something so broken raised them. Hiding the pain was worth it, and in the moments when I couldn't cope, when I would spill over because it was all just too much, well, I regret not being stronger in those moments. Because in those moments they couldn't understand that part of mom, the war of cycle breaking and the toll it takes on mind body and soul, where I would lay in bed for three or four days crying and praying, praying for God to renew my strength, but never once did I lay a hand on them, never once did I withhold my...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love #strength
#love #strength
64 reads
2 Comments
From One Mother To Another
It's a beautiful gift to watch your children tackle life unbroken when something so broken raised them. Hiding the pain was worth it, and in the moments when I couldn't cope, when I would spill over because it was all just too much, well, I regret not being stronger in those moments. Because in those moments they couldn't understand that part of mom, the war of cycle breaking and the toll it takes on mind body and soul, where I would lay in bed for three or four days crying and praying, praying for God to renew my strength, but never once did I lay a hand on them, never once did I withhold my...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love #strength
#love #strength
64 reads
2 Comments
bening and beautiful being
aret thou human
I break the word
my world breaks not
morning red streaks pale
elven blood weeps
each day she holds the lance
I sacred anarchist
sail teared kingdoms
returning whale songs
your apocalyptic vision
slowly becomes
the lover we dont have to love
chances we didnt take
dependencies undealt with
those evil little voices
the ring is empty
liturgy escapes not
fought...
I break the word
my world breaks not
morning red streaks pale
elven blood weeps
each day she holds the lance
I sacred anarchist
sail teared kingdoms
returning whale songs
your apocalyptic vision
slowly becomes
the lover we dont have to love
chances we didnt take
dependencies undealt with
those evil little voices
the ring is empty
liturgy escapes not
fought...
#strength
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Reaching for Sola Nirvana
today
she walked in the snow;
sun bright
on her brow,
casting shadows
into her eyes
long gone
dark
a single,
spring-green leaf
struggles to break free,
reaching for
Sola Nirvana;
small and determined,
it’s will to survive
focused
bending down,
her fingers gently
caressing;
the velvety-sharp
texture stings,
skip-starting
across her flesh;
even in its struggle
upward
it courageously
fights
where it stands ...
she walked in the snow;
sun bright
on her brow,
casting shadows
into her eyes
long gone
dark
a single,
spring-green leaf
struggles to break free,
reaching for
Sola Nirvana;
small and determined,
it’s will to survive
focused
bending down,
her fingers gently
caressing;
the velvety-sharp
texture stings,
skip-starting
across her flesh;
even in its struggle
upward
it courageously
fights
where it stands ...
#strength
#hope
#courage #determination
#courage #determination
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Reaching for Sola Nirvana
today
she walked in the snow;
sun bright
on her brow,
casting shadows
into her eyes
long gone
dark
a single,
spring-green leaf
struggles to break free,
reaching for
Sola Nirvana;
small and determined,
it’s will to survive
focused
bending down,
her fingers gently
caressing;
the velvety-sharp
texture stings,
skip-starting
across her flesh;
even in its struggle
upward
it courageously
fights
where it stands ...
she walked in the snow;
sun bright
on her brow,
casting shadows
into her eyes
long gone
dark
a single,
spring-green leaf
struggles to break free,
reaching for
Sola Nirvana;
small and determined,
it’s will to survive
focused
bending down,
her fingers gently
caressing;
the velvety-sharp
texture stings,
skip-starting
across her flesh;
even in its struggle
upward
it courageously
fights
where it stands ...
#strength
#hope
#courage #determination
#courage #determination
346 reads
13 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Strength Published by Members Recently Online