Best Tender Age Poems

POTD 29 Jan 2020

A balmy fragrance of cedar and lime lingers
A will o wisp floats by gathering dew
A mark on the page of another man’s...

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After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms,
you were this woman who left by choice. All natural decisions 
made from a place of despair. Darkness...

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My pearl of great price,
Will not be a sacrifice,
The love of my life,
My sacred wife,
Her named is Pearl,
She will have nothing to do with Earl,
Of...

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soaring high and free
guided by the glowing sun
beauty swirls gracefully.

the sky is her stage
birds sing, clouds slow dance
life thrives below her.

she was created by love
ten...

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I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
		who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
		to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
		even temporarily,...

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He took me as a child
At the tender age of eight
And on that day
I found the Way
To enter Heaven’s gate

He took me as a child
When...

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I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced...

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The knowledge…from ‘The College’…
Is any other high school greater…maybe later…?
From a tender age…what is the stage…?
The motto…never yield…but be brave…
For five years…no fears…some stares…many cheers…
The...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and...

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The story of "Little Black Sambo", 
with foreign lands all exotic,
was written over a century ago,
when imaginations were chaotic.

The young boy is clearly a hero,
for...

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"GOOD BYE, MY LOVE" Part I
Written: December 14, 2015

After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms,
you were this woman...

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I’ll never forget my first day at primary school
You bounded into the classroom, flashing a gap tooth smile
With your blonde curly hair and blue eyes,...

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Before her Auntie died she built her a big sandbox,
I remember her sitting there with long curly brown locks.
The sun in her face with an...

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FACE OF A BEGGAR CHILD

I saw your tear-stained face O’ child
It swam before my eyes at night
I clearly saw your life’s struggle,
Your painful hunger pangs...

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Origin of Christianity

(If you don't like religious writes don't read on)

It may surprise some that Jesus was born a Jew, his parents Joseph and Mary...

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