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This poem-â€œpeaceâ€ of course I wrote it on 7.1.2014â€¦
Peace is really essential no matter where you are, in everybodyâ€™s life, without peace one can never be that happy in their entire lifeâ€¦So spread PEACE..
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This is a poem I wrote about the many blessings the sun gives us in the summer and the meaning it has in each of our lives. I hope you enjoy!
The thoughts and wishes,
all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories
Those little moments, full of joy, happiness and illusion will last forever
Poetry | Updated Apr 21, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By This Was Once A Pencil
I poem I made, Year's passing, thing's changing, it has no real structure but I like it...
its about the emotional ride when you at a place in your life where you trust someone more than anything in the world, and you feel somehow that trust is mis-placed
Poetry | Updated Apr 17, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
this is the golden truth even about people
Reminiscing days of old when love was in the air
THE JOY OF LOVE,100%
Poetry | Updated Aug 21, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Xelence A Madmentality
just a raw definition of what family is at my house. What family means to me and what you miss out on when you throw yours away. It reminds how important family is as one becomes an adult in the big bad world without any tools... from family.
By Mistress Of Word Play
It is what it is a poem of love!
SURREAL POEM AND MEN AND WOMEN.
Poetry | Updated Jan 17, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Nichole Mcknight
A poem about the joys of Summer.
Poetry | Updated Aug 5, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Through the hollow corridors,
of this dust laden path.
By Worker Of God
This is a poem I wrote for a lady in church who was having her first baby.
Poetry | Updated Nov 25, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
By Constantinos Grigoriadis
I wait for my tomorow to come,
Lost inside my today
Poetry | Updated Oct 9, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1