Best Storehouse Poems

An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of
Memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love.

A storehouse for so many...

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“The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, and in
It are enshrined the precious keepsakes, into which is
Wrought the giver’s loving thought.” Henry Wadsworth...

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An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of
memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love.

A storehouse for so many...

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All the treasures I possess
are precious to me,
they're just "things" to others
but part of life for me.

Each little picture or vase
has a history all its...

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Tozer, deep - thoughts
well explored with-
in the realm of man

Thankfulness, for what man
cannot touch -
deep mysteries of an eternal God

our speech, no matter
how profound cannot...

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Custodian of nostalgic memories,
I cannot help but glance at it everyday,
for it holds in its fold nearly forgotten stories,
that in the distant past used to...

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I so enjoyed my escape into your beautiful mind.
Traveling along synaptic highways,
moving at the speed of thought.

I journeyed to our yesterdays,
happy thoughts encased in light.
Your...

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..............Baby Steps Out..
..........There's a waiting world
.......Doctors nurses eager staff
......A doting father, mother in pain
.....It is said that we chose our birth 
....An act of free...

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A teacher in my life, 
to whom I have never told a lie.
She is the messenger of god, 
and is the role model for all.
She...

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At twilight’s ease of dusk the autumn leaves do flutter in the
Evening breeze, trickling downwards across inspirations canvas,
Creating a multicolored cascade at sunset, a leafy...

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Dreams become nightmares
When one sleeps through life
To be awake is to be aware
Nonviolence is a tougher fight

The brain is a filter
And the heart is a...

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12 hours of excruciating labor pangs have Sacagawea breathing
into the face of Death,
as she violently shakes her head back and forth, teeth clenched,
sweat boiling and...

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So it was that the night transcended peacefully over my head
Taking me through thick clouds,landing me upon parched land
Spilling  tranquil moments into daylight complexity.
So...

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It was apostolic tradition that the Church discerned writings
To be included in the list of Sacred Books
This complete list is called the canon Scripture
It includes...

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