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Ode Wedding Poems | Ode Poems About Wedding
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The cake I regret is the one I ate on our wedding day.
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016
I know she doesn't like me at all
I can see it
I can feel it
I know she wants me to fall
To fail in life
To have all the strife
She's been telling wicked things about me
She treats me like something she can't see
She is but a witch
born to give dark colors to the fairytale of my life
She doesn't talk to me
And if she would, it would be in most brutal way
I don't want to look like an enemy
But she's been making me hate her more
I tried my best to make friends with her,
But she closes her door..
I tried to reach and understand
But she wont give me a single chance
Can you please give me an advice on what to do?
I don't want to sin against Heaven, but she's turning me into a devil one.
My anger wont subside, it lasts forever.
And if she remains her stupid attitude
I could get a dagger and stab her up..To kill her is easy
But i won't do that
I may be in the state of hatred but i still have a conscience.
Please reply to this ode for this is a real life situation.
There really is someone i hate so much and her name is Fia
I need your advice. Thanx
Copyright © Michelle Joy Itable | Year Posted 2007
The white clouds
stand as mountains
bright in the sun,
for an answer.
A hand was offered
in the chaos of nature,
that which stands
as the madrone
in the mist,
or thrives in fungal
bliss beneath sodden
leaves and that
which burns a hellish
swath through all
that grows and breathes.
the human comedy,
what flimsy structures
grew with a driven nail,
what rabbit trails
vanished in the dusty
voids of betrayal.
The clouds drift
slowly in stately peace,
the gates of heaven,
where all is truth,
the river flows,
a constant monument,
a soft roar,
rapids to eddy.
We see the majesty
of all things.
Hand in hand,
Copyright © Peter Kautsky | Year Posted 2017