21. Mt. Take Heart
Often we can't see
The beauty in the pain.
Often we can't see
The treasure we gain.
Often we can't see
The beauty in the pain.
Often we can't see
The treasure we gain.
This poem has really taught me how to value the thing we have and the people around us. We never know what we have got until it's all gone, so be wary that you don't lose the moon while...
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To get through life you have to endure as a tree does.
When Mother Nature tries to bring you down,
You will never fall; you will stand your ground.
You will encounter burning flames.
Hello I am Salih Abass. I lost my father while I was very young, and I was taken away from my mother to my grandmother even before I was two years. She took me to school. I lost my grandmom...
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First day of the New Year.
It's time to shine for a new day.
Forget your past,
Your sorrow, your pain.
I printed this poem to read to my mother who is in the hospital. She has been there for two weeks, missed Christmas and will also miss New Years. I am not sure what the future holds, but we...
However many tough things we go through
Or any regret we can't undo,
Please know I will be here.
Even far away, I will still be near.
You slipped and fell
We all have too
So please don't think
That it's just you
I truly appreciate the outreach, Ann! Your encouraging words help me to believe that I'm, hopefully, at least touching a few hearts... which is all we can ask for really as we share a piece...
Endure the dark moments to appreciate the happy ones,
Appreciate the gloom to experience true happiness.
The night defines the day; the dark defines the light
Because exact opposites define each other right.
Excellent work. The beginning is as strong as the ending with interesting thoughts between. This poem impels the sun to shine at midnight! Wide advice for all to take. Keep sharing your...
one day
it will be so clear –
what you thought
was the end,
I had a little seed that I had found upon the ground,
I kept it in my pocket where it was safe and sound.
What may it be, this tiny little seed, now tucked inside my cloak,
could it be a sugar maple, or perhaps a mighty oak?
We are soft and feminine,
Pretty and stylish,
We are strong in heart,
We keep going on and on,
Have you ever felt trapped behind metal bars,
Or watched all your cuts turn to scars?
Have you tried to escape the pain in your soul,
But you just couldn't seem to fit that hole?
I wish for the day when a man is a man,
when the flaws of another aren't gold in his hand.
When the bread in his kitchen is ample for meals,
Loved this heart touching poem. I am 14 and analyzing and reading this for an assignment. You have inspired me to start writing poetry as well.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells me not to give up
As she believes my efforts will never go in vain.
This poem is very well executed. I love how you gave hope human characteristics. This isn't typically my genre, so I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed reading it, and it made me...
A blank parchment is lifeless
Until a pen creates a melody.
A song is revered ageless
Because of a sweet harmony.
Music is my channel broadcasting the emotions of love, pain and happiness with a rythm... The harmony of the notes, and rythm explains it all...it can be with unheard words, from an...
When I awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to fill,
I know that brighter skies will come my way.
Florence, what a lovely comment; it means a great deal to me. Thank you.
I see you, darling.
Holding on to your hope with both hands.
Feeling exhausted with all the turbulence.
But not letting go.
Wow! That is an awesome piece. I really like it. It's very moving. I love the flow and the word choice. I am so glad I stumbled onto it. Thank you.
Searching for something that may never be known,
mental disturbance turns a heart back to stone.
Create memories alone in your head,
As a child, I was very abused by the man I always THOUGHT was my dad. He did things to me as a child, like put guns to my head, knives to my throat, kicked me, stomped on me, and even hit me...
Society seems in a mess.
Mothers cry, while fathers stress.
To be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
This is a very inspirational poem. May the poet live long to inspire more souls. It has uplifted my spirit and renewed my hope.
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little of right.
I hear a sad song, and tears roll down my face.
I look in the mirror and feel so out of place.
My life is like a flower. It started as a seed that was planted in someone's backyard. Every day this flower looked for sun and water as the roots started to sprout. The flower started to...
I believe the beating in our hearts
was put there to remind us
that even when we feel alone in the world,
a part of us marches on,