Author Poems - Poems about Author

Do to others as you seek, Let kindness shine, make prayers unique. Even when they mock and scorn, Still bless them from dusk to dawn. For God, in love so deep and true, Held us close when we withdrew. The Word made flesh drew near to stay, Though we had wandered far away. Upon that Cross, in the darkest night, He interceded for us...

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An Author To Their Work By Antuan Simmons The author to their work. Is like a man or woman to their family. The pen and pencil is the son they guide to do right. Guiding to write that first draft. The keys to the computer is that spouse. You spend quality time with. Every punch to the fingers to computer keys. Is a punch...

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The author hears a collective effort to fulfil his idea, and instantly realises that it is not quite what he had in mind, or even not at all, in some places. But realising the mediator's costs, he may admire it in somewhat contradicting way, just as the average person sometimes wholeheartedly supports the team that...

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Dear Mr Author, I was really grateful for your help. It was you, My poems were out of the freezer. They have now, Been read by hundred of viewers. You have become My poems' rescuer and my hero. To Mr Disappear It was your plans and ideas, Made me worry By your disappearing and vanishing games. I was confused, By your silence and no rely. You almost fooled, Me...

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Sadly as I put the pen down Trying to pour out all my emotions My trauma and my life drama then I think… Thinking that i was a writer for as long as i lived Been playing with words my whole life Book has been my friend and pen my best partner I was an author that ive never been… I...

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The title page, a stark and silent plea, Beneath the weight of anonymity. No gilded name, no flourish to declare, Just words that breathe and stories hanging there. Who was the hand that penned this fragile world? A quiet soul in shadows gently curled? A weary traveler with tales to impart, Unburdening secrets from a burdened heart? Did ink flow freely in a...

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The title page, a stark and silent plea, Beneath the weight of anonymity. No gilded name, no flourish to declare, Just words that breathe and stories hanging there. Who was the hand that penned this fragile world? A quiet soul in shadows gently curled? A weary traveler with tales to impart, Unburdening secrets from a burdened heart? Did ink flow freely in a...

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I was meant for this. I swore I was meant for this. Felt it in the marrow of my bones, in the pull of every breath, in the way my hands trembled not from fear, but from longing. But longing is not enough. Wanting is not enough. I have given everything— my days, my nights, my ribs cracked open to make room for something greater. And...

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Nouns:(choose two) River Heart Verbs: (choose two) Shiver Gaze Adjectives:(choose two) Lush Tender Words pour from my pores, a river of light erasing the shadows of a melancholy my thoughts tremble, shiver like dew whose tender trail across each petal, murmuring expressions reflecting off the melody lush voice of praise, stirring the heart who hears the notes of a feeling, blessing away the ache, grief stricken memories, in flames passionate, convincing with...

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If you’re feeling lost, please remember: we admire and treasure something as beautiful and distant as the stars in the night sky. So, the next time you find yourself feeling lost in a crowd, who’s to say someone isn’t admiring something as beautiful and distant as you? Just a thought. You are a treasure. ...

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2025.3.15 Happy birthday to my fourth sister. Congratulation all the way to Switzerland. At the same time, I have to say goodbye To the person, whom I met On my fifth sister's birthday. Two months to date. A very brief encounter. Due to greedy and selfish, We must be parted. When travelling, all I wanted Was to enjoy sightseeing and swimming I could not...

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I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.’ (The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act 3, Scene 2) by Shakespeare I have a real tale to tell of two cities. I need an author of some note. I heard of one whose first name is Charles. My name is Oliver and by some twist of fate, I can’t remember Charles’s last name! ...

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Memoir Write My life that was in plight Introduction Circumstance into intervention Surrounding birth My happenings on Earth Death knocked Overcast moment My passing storm Sudden sunrise Heaven’s surprise Blessing to emphasize Living right Sponsored God’s sight ...

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I took a long walk to the park While holding my book and pen in both hands Upon arriving, I looked all around And noticed a brown bench that looks extremely antique I sat down quietly staring at a blank page Just trying to form words together in my mind So I could create a perfect first chapter Ten minutes later I still...

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December 18 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Hebrews 5-9 Key Verse – Hebrews 5:8-9 Though he were a Son, yet learned he obedience by the things which he suffered; And being made perfect, he became the author of eternal salvation unto all them that obey him. PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BECOMING THE AUTHOR OF...

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