21. Childhood Memories
I was happy when I was a lad.
It wasn't all good, but it wasn't half bad.
We played with sticks we played with stones;
I was happy when I was a lad.
It wasn't all good, but it wasn't half bad.
We played with sticks we played with stones;
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I want to change the world
I want to impact it so deep
That I reach the core
I want to change the meaning of peace
Incredibly vivid, I can create images in my mind. People would also agree with you, like me. Good job, well done!
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I paused to stand and watch a man who had come to the road's divide.
My wonder soared as I watched his stare slowly shift from side to side.
He stood as if not noticing that many passed him by.
They moved without a second glance down the road most traveled by.
Time is endless but goes too fast.
You long for the future, then yearn for the past.
Summer's heat quickly turns to frost,
A child grows, their innocence lost.
They gave us all a calendar
At work this afternoon.
Suddenly it dawns on me,
The year is ending soon!
The earth spins like a rolling ball.
Stars shine bright then fade away.
Darkness melts and turns to light.
The sunrise starts another day.
I heard the voices scream
“Nigger, best shut your mouth.”
When prejudice ran wild
While hatred ruled the south
Amongst the midnight sky,
I stare at a rose as it dies.
Its pedals are torn and bruised,
The clouds never break
Like blue waters do
On this Island of Pain.
How can I stand true?
Famous Poem
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
let autumn be proof that
change is a beautiful thing
even though it can be
hard to see at first.
Good job. It's funny how change can be the thing we need the most but want the least.
Famous Poem
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
Famous Poem
Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.
every day changes you
sometimes a lot
sometimes barely
but life never stops
This poem!! I felt a tug in my heart because it was truly a story of truth from your heart! Very well expressed, and I can't say but one thing more. If we keep our ears open we learn from...
Back in the day, life was so clear
Families gathered and shared in the cheer
We spent our Pounds, Schillings and Pence
A time when our society had more sense
Wow, a telling reminiscence. Looks like we've come a long way. But there is hope, especially with poems like this to remind and encourage us towards better living.
Letting go doesn’t
always look how you think it will.
Sometimes it happens all at once.
Sometimes it’s in phases.
Great job. I really like it. Putting on our wings and taking another chance could be the very best thing for us.
There's an old man I pass
Almost every single day
We don't share many words cause
We really don't have anything nice to say
I’ve been black long enough.
Long enough to know about the middle passage
Men, women, children, regardless of age