81. In Harder Times
I know the screams sound like thunder
I promise we won't go under
I know the heart feels hollow
There will be blessings behind the shadow
I know the screams sound like thunder
I promise we won't go under
I know the heart feels hollow
There will be blessings behind the shadow
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There's a goal in mind
Of riches and fame
There's a goal in mind
Of a well-known name
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This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
to be guided by Her.
Take a bow, lovely one.
Because you’re tired
And still you’re doing it.
You’re feeling empty
I'm convinced that those close to you are grateful to know you and to have you around. This is a very uplifting and motivating piece. I like it. Thanks again.
Your life is a gift more precious than gold
From the day of your birth, your life starts to unfold
Treat it with kindness and treat it with care
And the strength in your body will always be there
We are only falling stars,
Fleeting sparks that arc
Across the vast forever of time
Through others' nights,
I am not everything
that has happened to me.
I am everything I became
while I healed.
TRUE HAPPINESS comes
through struggle and pain,
As a rainbow appears
only after the rain.
Catch your dream, don't let it go
'cause time is faster than you'll ever know.
No matter what, don't give up on what you believe.
When you give, you'll always receive.
There you are, sneaking upon me!
From the corner of my eye, you make no sound, but I can see!
I ignore you're there, but you grow each day.
There's a need for more bridges than fences
There's a need for more love and less hate
There's a need for more laughers than critics
There's a need for more use and less waste
Thank you so much for the kind outreach and encouraging words! I can only hope to inspire others with a vast collection like you someday! I love your poetry and have learned a lot by your...
Along a path, there was a bush,
That grew in marshy ground.
Its branches thick and laden down,
With berries big and round.
You were beautiful
before they said, you are beautiful
You were smart
One day,
She will break her silence.
She will scream.
She will shout.
In life's symphony, my note dances astray,
A unique tale unfolding, forging my own way.
Within the labyrinth of conformity's grip,
I defy the mold, embracing my own script.
Strength comes
In so many forms.
In giving people
Second chances,
Child, stand strong holding your head up high,
Believe me, your life path is far from over,
For a moment, you may wince in wrenching pain and cry,
Not knowing you'll soon find your own four-leafed clover.
Thanks Ann! Yes, writing the poem has helped me and like you, l find writing poems quite therapeutic. So sorry to hear about your husband's terminal illness. I hope you continue to find...