And Love Poems - Poems about And Love

When love is working, hate is busy challenging; faith, busy winning:- Where love is working, melting away all despair, hate is as ice in the sun:- In labors of love, injustice is defeated; and justice is won:- Let love’s heart lead you: the fuel-pump of your courage, justice’s compass:- Be a love worker, dismantling oppression, building liberty:- There’s crucifixion, and there is resurrection; be God’s laborer:- ...

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When I see red roses I remind of bloody sunsets That is frozen in green field I see those petals like tongues Burning like flames under pressure Its passion cannot explained in words And its smell like fresh wind from the East I envy with star and love it the most Each beauty is sealed like love letter From a boyhood and girlhood of...

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Today I’m grateful for understanding how the ripples of love and kindness with their constant motion works very similarly to the waves upon the ocean… If I send love and kindness out with the tide… heading toward the horizon…out across the sea…. when the tide returns there’s a gook chance love and kindness will find their way back to me....

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May we be blessed to understand when we show others love and kindness… how that love and kindness will grow… and the beauty is we never know how far those ripples will extend… how far out they will go… ...

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So profoundly true, Yes, "Love Is My Religion"; Well echoed, Ziggy: - ...

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Water has its ways, always disappearing, and always returning: Evaporating to leave, and condensing to return:- No need to worry, that which you may feel dissolved, will always be there: Like water, supreme love is willed to condense in our hearts:-...

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please think about it if we took out vowel sounds live and love are same...

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I hold three magic rocks in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this reality behind, far behind. Scars, and broken promises from impotent beings who do not have love, and respect. A derange fantasy of God, and his power. To rid of this deceit, and addiction. False spoken words of truth, and grace. Abandon the three magic rocks...

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Love makes the lonely heart sing, for it would rather die! Like a bell that's lost its ring, or a forgotten one's sigh! The heart needs someone to care, Who knows of its sorrow. For nothing else can compare, no joy that you can borrow! The vicars for the masses, fear the new enlightened ones. Watch as time slowly passes, spinning with planets and...

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Thee honorable Elijah Mulhomed teaches the importance of self care the wisdom that comes from a spiritual physical connection within self love building self love creating a safe place to embrace such a beautiful love a gift from God completely his love for us magnified in a multitude of beauty residing inside self this wondrous...

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May we be blessed to understand in ever corner of the world from every mountaintop to every valley… from every coast to coast… kindness and love will always be the two things we need the most. ...

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Some say poetry is a dying art Headed toward the dustbins of the latter, Whereas I see it as an arrow flying Towards ideas and thoughts that matter. As photographs and videos At the speed of light these days Have become our culture’s medium In how we think and what we say. Our attention spans have disappeared With our faces...

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Dream can be seen Can't be caught Life can be broken Can't be built It can be given attention Can't be taken back Love can be created Can't be finished....

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What would you do? If it wasn't for my Partner and kids, My Mates and family too, I'd be up the creek without a paddle, Literally, What would I do? How would we go about things alone? So many wrong choices that we'd choose. We'd have neigh on no advice, Through any situation, To help us get through. Who'd be there for us, To...

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He’s drawn to her; he knows there’s something strange about her. She’s the mistress of the night, and something about the night heightens her essence. She whispers to the moon, summoning the elements into her day. Why is he captivated by this mysterious lady? Seeing how the mystery...

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