There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
let today be the present tense.
yesterday be the past tense.
tomorrow be the future tense.
let we be the parts of speech.
you are the noun there,
i am your verb,
you can make the pronoun to talk about the noun,
adverb can't stand without verb,
let adjective be verb which qualifies the noun,
noun you can have the company of preposition,
conjunction shouldn't come between us,
by seeing you i became interjection.
let your surroundings be the sentence.
you be the subject.
make your life verb.
make use of object,
you and you only be the complement.
don't adjust and go and become adjunct.
don't listen the idioms of some idiots.
we don't want to be homophones.
you are the main clause.
i'm your subordinate clause.
without main subordinate cant.,
this is life. enjoy it in grammar's way.....
Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014
every where i walk i get picked on
just for being me sometimes i feel alone
but with my twin i feel never gone
were one in the same
and can always know each others pain
being a twin is a gift from above
we have each other and what's not to love
we share common goals
that never gets old
we live our life normal
waiting for life to unfold
and that's being a twin
our story never gets old
Copyright © monica bradley | Year Posted 2015
In a heated moment for no reason or why
my heart will pull toward a passerby
My mind knows but will not show
of a person in need as I take the lead
My legs start to shake
a knot in my stomach I can not escape
I bowel my head and start to pray with no time to delay
Standing still I go calm with relief sent from above
A warm feeling that someone is healing
sweeps over me as I start to weep
With my tears of joy I know and smile with a glow
God has answered me as I start to kneel
for the person he has just healed.
1/23/15 T. Reams
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
With birth is a new beginning,
A destination to a new journey ahead
From a child grown into maturity
With youth to age
From innocent to awareness
And ignorance to just knowing,
Perhaps to wisdom
From the weakness to the strength
Health to sickness
We pray to good health again
A path each of us follow
With dreams of success in our lives
To being happy with bliss and love our selfs
And one another
We could have a life filled with loves joy
To treasure always forever
A new life miracle is born into that
First new life of natures blessings
Never take anything for granted
For this new life is a gift from the heavens
To always cherish forever and each is unique
By Brian otoole
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
Life is not a mirror,
to imitate others.
Life is UNIQUE.
We should be PARTICULAR.
Or we will lose our self.
Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014
hunger ignites jubilantly,
kindling love's mutual nurture
of passion's quake,
radiating sensual, tender urgency.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Sensual ABCs
Sponsor: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
Days filled with bliss,
Night's filled with joy
Looking forward to each and
Every given day..
I pray that my life
Reminds the same
For I am grateful
That comes my way ....
Copyright © Chelsey D Moore | Year Posted 2014
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The three keys [ edit ]
His name was jimmy dean
He was the crack rock fiend
He sat right down between
His love for the rock and the unseen
Oh well, Jimmy dean
I needed to lose everything
To start this new beginning
And find joy in scarcity
That will surely impress him
So he drove the road undriven
Wanted no dollar
Give it all away
Been crying in this sleep
As it is not all what it seems
And then there was jimmmy dean
As if meeting a prophet,
The only one who got it,
And said simply,
I got 3 keys in my pocket for a reason
And I saw why
Allow me to clarify,
One for the Father, One For the Son, and one for the holy Spirit
The spirit of god
Lifted the holy fog
And it came from me
It unrolled right out of my sleeve
This sight familiar,
But never been seen
My arm dispensed US currency
it was the 10 bucks I did not need
My kingdom to thee
To Mr. Jimmy dean
The crack rock fiend
I mumbled through a beaten breath,
I will take none
And like me,
That man was sick and diseased
And so he turned to me and said,
Twenty bucks all I need
I handed it over
He say back in five
Returned to sit on some steps,
Looked into my eyes
Shield me he said,
So I took a step to the right
And he took a hit
Then I realized,
That day I appeared to the despised
I be his king, no otherwise
It seems to me
Set the coke dealers free
Copyright © Sir William | Year Posted 2016
Oh! My half soul..My best friend..
Thought you were my sunshin...
Left me in the midst of darkness..
Thought you were my moonlight...
Proved me there was no moon..
Wished to hold your hands till the edge of doom....
Where your sword killed the bond....
Thought you wiped the tears of mine...
When the truth was that you played with those.....
Though I tried so hard to hold on to you...
The bullets from you pierced my heart...
So deep... And deep...and deep.....
Realized no one could save me......
drowned in sorrow...
Cried in agony....
Tried to stay strong when my heart became just a pumping machine....
Longed that it would stop so fast....
Failed to kill myself when I was already half dead....
Cried all nights....
Tried all days...
But in vain..
Full of pain..
Eyes became the clouds
Where the cheeks, the rosy land...
Waited for the old you ,my soul mate.....
Hoped you would come back someday as you....
Before my hearts stops beating....
Before my eternal sleep..!
Copyright © Manu Ranjini | Year Posted 2017
Two strangers from two totally different worlds
From day one their love began to unfurl,
She wondered what she could be getting herself into,
He held her hand as they explored each other’s soul, wondering, who,
She discovered he was very different from the men in her past,
Knowing this he would not let her move too fast,
When they are together there is true love in the air,
When they are apart their whole world begins to tear,
They both are ready to explore more in life,
Soon she will be his loving wife,
They will walk on the beach, with their toes grabbing the sand,
They will join together accepting each other and every vow,
As all their haters stand back wondering how.
Copyright © MICHELLE DIXON | Year Posted 2015
I think this whole world is just magic,
An example that magic exists.
A proof you can say,
Try and think that way.
Take cars for instance,
Magical boxes with wheels
Or cameras existance,
It captures moments with ease.
Isn't it magical,
Magical that you are breathing,
Magical that you can think,
Magical that you are feeling,
Magical that you can blink.
Isn't it magical how areoplanes can fly
Or how magically the clouds can cry.
Take time to look at the sun,
Magical ball of continuous fire.
The common magical roof on our heads,
Just admire the sky's attire.
We have magic everywhere,
Anywhere you can look.
Yes, we do have magic everywhere,
Every corner every nook.
Copyright © jasmine grewal | Year Posted 2017
straight out the womb, i consumed, nothing but pain,
cause inside the veins of my mother, i was smothered with rain-
trapped inside these ghetto chains, will i grow up to see 22,
cause my house hold is similar to a zoo, and my peers shedding tears,and knowing the end is near-
all i hear is screams, and it seems im getting use to my bad dreams,
shaking and sweating and ducking from peculiar things-
that the average kid shouldnt ever have to see,
well im finally 16 and im more flammable than a pool full of gasoline-
drug dealing, money making and enemy killing,
is all apart of my daily living-
not to mislead but the truth is what i speak,
cause in my life there is no way to eat if your heart is weak-
it was do or die,
bloodshed and mothers cry,
bulletholes from drivebys, and it hurts when your homie dies-
in and out of juvy and then straight to the pen,
and my dad passed away while i was incarcerated with a soul full of sin-
and now moms on the verge of losing her life to cirossis,
and after all the shit ive done and seen,
i finally realize theres a better way to succeed-
its time to grow,and let my shine blow, away any and all the negative that still haunts my soul,
and to me thats a miracle....
Copyright © carlos guerrero | Year Posted 2014
The plane takes off before three o' clock
from La Guardia Airport, but in a few minutes,
it is suddenly struck by a flock of geese killing both engines;
and the undaunted pilot with his forty years of flight,
has to make an emergency landing on water,
and he's telling the passengers to hold on tight...
while getting his strength together, and with will and power,
he lands the Airbus A320, in the Hudson River, flat!
Many who have seen this incredible landing,
believe this is a miracle unfolding before their eyes;
and how quick the emergencies rescue teams rush
to the airplane sinking in the frigid waters;
and in a flash of a minute many more ferry boats
come to help while the sirens are loudly waling!
On the wing through the back emergency door,
every single passenger gets out safely....telling each other to be calm,
because they believe that angels are guiding them;
and is one of the angels tapping the fearless spirit
of this kind , selfless and courageous pilot:
putting their safety first, instead of his well-being?
More heroes like him are needed by us:
when most folks seem uncaring and cold,
and he has acted with a humanity that's really indescribable
and a boldness that only God endows someone with;
he has confronted danger relying on his amazing skills...
and knowing for certain that his swift thinking
would be so daringly successful!
" Thank you ", I hear everyone whisper
as they are given hot coffee and a warm blanket;
" Thank you", they're sweetly saying
in a prayer expressing their gratitude...
for the bravest man who has saved them from hell!
That is his glorious and incomparable moment:
a heroism not read in books or seen in movies,
and this is no fiction, but plan and blunt reality!
Read the joyful gratefulness in the passengers faces,
happy to be alive, because of the action of one who has cared;
see how ordinary people become legends...
when they take tremendous risks that some wouldn't;
realize how their perception is sharper and deeper that many,
and when they act...surely another miracle is bound to happen!
And like the caring New Yorkers, who have witnessed it
on this January the fifteen...you, too, can:
when someone gives all he's got,
to save hundreds of lives that were almost gone;
and will he accept a medal for his bravery?
Heroic pilot, who can ever forget what you have done today?
God remembers the good men who look up to Heaven and pray!
My poem is dedicated to Captain Chesley Sullenberger
of USA Airlines-Flight 1549
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
I wasnt lost, i just didnt know where to go. Ive been up & down, Like skyzone.I have to think with my mind & not with my heart like I once did before. Have to think about me & do this For me even if there's a storm .
Copyright © Ana Jaquelyn | Year Posted 2017
It seems life just gets harder.
But through overcoming obstacles
The mind gets stronger.
That's what many explain to me.
I seem to recognize the concept and posses this key
I feel it gets misplaced most of the time
Maybe it will imprint soon
So I can distance myself from crime
Alone and confused was the I've taken,
Education is my only tool, but many say I'm mistaken
I want this search to be over
Be grown, alone, and, not confused
The highest power is recognition.
Be different with strong ambition.
But life only gets harder
To maintain, is the higher power
Now, I find fun locating the key
And its effect is brightening
Copyright © Khalil Franklin | Year Posted 2017