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faith, paradise, prayer, religious,
Unique is the discipline of love
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander
Sometimes we have to fight
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates
Rocking the cradle unworthy desires
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
Truth pointing us directions
within our code of moral conduct
which supports us in our voyage
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate
Without faith our souls identity will become dust
Needing hugs from heaven to survive
A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
identity, love, soulmate, surreal, together,
I've lost all perception
of where you stop
and I begin
posted on May 6, 2019
Union of make-believe
From two-faced love
The time has come
To become one
Back to who I always knew
Loss is life
And love means loss
Even when you love alot
There is no way
To win the fight
When trying to change
This two-faced life
Just become one
Like the Sun
Back to who
You always knew
identity, meaningful, people, together,
Strip away the superficial.
Place political correctness aside.
Forgive hurts of the past.
Erase all tension and harsh feelings.
Seek thoughts of love and understanding.
This is what you’ll find.
I’m you. You’re me.
We are the same
In truth, there isn't a divide.
Poet Destroyer A
adventure, caregiving, celebration, confusion, desire, feelings, funny, humor, identity, life, october,
Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
Balance of truth and dare
Good and Evil, full of care
Blind when it comes to blood line
betrayal, confusion, cry, depression, gender, identity, loss, love hurts,
So now I know
Life has played its part
I never would believe
that I could die
from a broken heart
No you can’t mend me
it’s been far too long
everyone will go
everyone has gone
everyone will leave
that God did lend me
I could only watch
then step aside
as it all just went
no matter what I tried
the only thing I can say
was how hard I cried
It was a shiver in the mirror
A reflection of pain
Where the shadows of doubts
were cast and bent
Any old soul
or any message sent
Were at the end of the road
and who is left out
So now I know
Life has played it’s part
now I do believe
that I will die
from a broken heart
I trail across your sturdy wall,
spreading the warm scent of friendship
upon the dew-laden air;
my arms are airy tendrils, growing, stretching,
becoming determined vines of love
that climb across high barriers,
reaching you inside your mighty fortress.
My sweet fragrance travels with the breeze
blessing you wherever you may be,
calling you to be my friend.
Come, join me in weaving a fragrant bower
where weary souls may rest.
Honeysuckle means bond of love.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, May 3, 2015
Under canopy of majestic oaks,
leaves swaying, gentle breeze,
rustling of the dancing leaves,
flying chirps, all species,
joyous laughter, melodic sounds,
like violins, bees abound,
in backyard paradise.
As I partake of nature’s scene,
eyes affix whites, magnolia high,
reminisce of mother in the sky.
Lessons of nature, she did give,
exploration through wooded path,
wild flowers we did name,
birds’ identity, toadstools find,
love of nature by her design.
Won HM in Mac McGovern's
Best Poem Contest
June 10, 2010
absence, addiction, career, creation, dark, depression, emotions, freedom, identity, loneliness, soldier,
With love comes consequence
With hope comes failure
With triumph comes fear
With peace comes worry
With riches comes pain
With poverty comes envy
dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary
People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists
Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay
People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste
When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore
Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday
animal, caregiving, dog, identity, love, pets, prayer,
Lord help me to be
the person my dog
thinks I am
character, hope, identity, inspiration, life, mother, mother daughter,
My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.
I want to leave myself behind,
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.
Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.
A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity.
As long as I live, so will she.
I want that,
when it's my turn to go.
blessing, death, identity, spiritual,
We are all collectors of love that for eternity will feed the soul
When ONE love has passed from earth it's just a memory that brings days of hurt
When WE have passed on from earth in heaven our souls marrow into one
Our essence no longer shy.
T Reams copyright 2015
beauty, hope, identity, love,
YOU CALL ME LOVE
I am as Alpha, but don't ask me why,
the wanderer through life, who comes and goes;
the tail of comets not observed am I,
Omega's dying breath nobody knows.
I am the candle flame where-in you shine,
and dance the dance so long as you will burn,
until the end of time, and time is mine,
I am the teacher from which you will learn.
And yes from your first breath, you learn it all,
only from me, the knowledge that you seek,
because of me you rise, and then you fall,
I am each thought you ever think or speak.
You call me love, but only once you'll see
just what I am, and what I'm meant to be.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
humorous, identity, jobs,
Carpet layers have to be on the floor
Deep sea divers love to go down
Computer gamers can't seem to stop
Taxi drivers are all over town
A dentist will do it till it hurts
A sailor sure likes a big swell
A hunter will do it with a bang
While a gymnast will dismount well
Lawyers reach into their briefs
A trash man holds on to his nose
Painters always use longer strokes
A ballerina stands on her toes
Salesmen have learned to use their mouth
While students try to use their head
The police will go on a big bust
And a maid always cleans the bed
feelings, god, identity, love, universe,
If an ant says that it loves the whole universe with it's tiny heart
chance is there that men will smile if hear it's soundless voice
The almighty omnipresent supreme God has given full freedom to all to love all
there's no barrier to any creature sees only the feeling of soul
addiction, angel, break up, girlfriend, identity, imagery, lost love,
Oh, My Love— Oh, My Love
You seem to have come from Above
You are my dear Angel
But you are now Such a Stranger
Our Life here was So Short
Yet So Long we did really surely Court
I was going to give you My Last Name
But now you would of put IT to due Shame
I Still do love you with All my heart
Every and All of my heart Every Single Part
Wish you would bring your Life back to me
And Together Forever we could now Forever be
You found a New true Love that Stuck
It killed your Heart for me— and no Luck
Heroine— who’d she save?? She’s not a heroin
She Killed us; deep with- in!!!!
Travis ""Ceijaeh" Klein
Love is always a sacrifice.
What would you willingly give
for love to live?
What would you willingly give
for love to live?
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
“All Rights Reserved”
character, emotions, feelings, heart, identity, introspection, journey,
with a friendly, caring nature, I am imaginative and spiritual.
I share my home nest with my older brother, adult son and soulmate.
I love antiques, dancing and spontaneous adventures on ATVs.
I feel sorrow for humanity, but gratitude and love are my home emotions.
I fear ignorance, the medical community and for my son's life after I pass.
I would rejoice to see brotherhood lived in global peace and equality.
Resident brat of all in the U.S. Army world, I lack a hometown.
February 3, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, Bio Form
humorous, identity, imagery, mystery, nature, symbolism, tree,
When coco de mer trees were found
Their nuts had most people enthralled
They all thought they looked erotic
So "Love Nuts" is what they were called
Still unknown how they reproduce
Explained in some of the wild tales
On stormy nights, the female trees
Are approached by uprooted males!
Viewing this mating process though
Would cause you to die or go blind
Seek not shelter under male trees
They might come at you from behind!
10th grade, brother, character, giving, identity, introspection, poetry,
People find me loyal, softhearted, generous and an intellectual.
I was born the third eldest of ten sisters and two brothers
I love my mate, our adopted children and ordinary folks.
My poems express empathy, compassion and indignation.
I fear a bleak future, wrought by global warming and over population.
And if it were possible, I'd love to meet Jesus, an alien and Nikola Tesla.
A prolific writer, I'm a proud resident of Toronto Ontario, Canada.
Jan. 26, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, Bio Form, January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, how i feel, i am, identity, self,
Creative, Empathetic, Respectful, Helpful
Wife of Joe, mother of Angela, Tracy, and Susie,
Mother-in-law of Josh and Andy,
Grandma of Emily, Cali, Molly, Tony, Jack, Josie, Lucy, Daisy, Max and Johnny.
Lover of children, dogs, and family.
Who feels joy, excitement, and amused.
Who needs people, work, and love.
Who gives happiness, soft words, and tender touches.
Who fears violence, anger, and rage.
Who would like to see the world assimilate as one.
Resident of Kansas
I walk these streets,
These deserted roads.
These paths and walkways,
Yes, these I know.
And they’re always looking,
Carefully watching these roads.
Yet I walk by unnoticed,
My true identity unknown.
I stagger down this dirt pathway,
My way, ever bound for home.
Those other streets I notice,
Always lit with moony glow.
But if I were to jog them,
I’d end up here again, I know.
For I walk these roads for healing,
And I walk these roads for strength.
These roads I need, these roads I love,
Well worn, I stride this length.
husband, identity, love, perspective, relationship,
A singular pair
Your feelings, your emotions,
Are they mine to share?
Your frustrations, your insecurities,
Is that my cross to bare?
Are we singular, a unit,
Or are we a pair?
Are your struggles my own
If our future we share?
Togetherness means one,
But are we not two?
Do I live for myself?
Or do I live for you…
art, confidence, creation, identity, image, inspirational, self,
I’d love to look the part
Feel and act the part
Feel it deep within
Imbued with inspiration
Exploding with creativity
Living the life of a hermit
Ploughing through it
Or dancing through it
Not bound by rules or confines
One day I know
I’ll shed this heavy cloak
And live the way I’ve dreamt
Abandon all possessions
Become the butterfly
I was always meant to be
Freed from shackles
Just create create create
Submitted on December 31, 2018, for contest MY LOUDEST FEELINGS sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 2ND
Originally posted on December 12, 2018