Dedication. Poems - Poems about Dedication.

We never faked it always keeping it real When we get, we ball When we don't have, we work hard Life is dually; High or low Good or bad times, win or lose We're always ready for anything. No racing with any Steadily thriving in our lane Because we've got no mate Never to be limited, we're unlimited For we got taste, depending on our...

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When I learned how sick you became, I knew I had to pray. If you hadn't died, we'd be celebrating your 77th birthday. You are the reason why I exist. You certainly have been missed. You were born on the side of the road because the ambulance broke down. You were my mother and I would be happier if you...

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For Those Who Hold the Field… the Keepers of Resonance To be used at spoken dedications, at gatherings, at endings, or where remembering is needed most. The Salt of the Earth, the Silent They walk without thunder They pass without name They mend what was broken Before there is blame. They carry the sorrows Too quiet to scream And bury lost hopes With the roots...

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Karma that patient gangster Very slow in action But never fails to repay Creeps into your life Paying in double all your deeds After replaying all your acts Karma is just like a seed well planted in a good soil, it always germinates. Karma the avenger Rewarding your deeds accordingly Either good or bad The seeds you sowed That's...

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DEDICATION “ A SUCCESS FORMULA “ , DISCIPLINE BEATS MOTIVATION! DON’T STOP...

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I am a perennial winner Cause I refuse to be a loser I am programmed for victory And I vehemently refuse to walk by sight Nor by what my circumstances look like For what is seen is temporary I refuse to allow my situation To dictate the direction of my prayer or confession For I can not...

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the wind blows, caressing my skin, my hair is tousled, i make no attempt to fix it. breathe, once and then twice. the waves crash against the shore, my heart fills with a strange sense of peace. breathe, once and then twice. my feet sink into the warm sand, the air is salty and profound. ...

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She's steadily Keeping me busy Even when I'm idle She's always on my mind Because I miss her like breath She's an idol She's always racing in my mind. My mind is flooded With thoughts of her I think I'm addicted to her A moment without her It's the moment of hell She's my heaven, the one I lean on. I've been lost In her way Without...

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You'd tell me and I'd feel so good Together we both understood Our paths would meet perhaps one day If-then, maybe, who could say? Some bumps and dips along the trail When quiet lips from you prevailed Such times are when I'd walk alone Preferring that you set the tone Yet undeterred I'd still write lines My heart in words, remembering times Through odes that...

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"A Whisper Survived" At 11 sharp, the room stood still, A war of silence, iron will. The wall ahead, with dreams pinned tight, Held echoes from each sleepless night. The quotes I hung like fading charms, Now felt like ghosts with folded arms. Each plan, a whisper from the past, Of goals I thought would always last. Above, the fan refused to spin, Like all...

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By Michael Parker …when art and love are of one stuff. – “The Poem Unheard” by Amanda Hall Love is like a Chagall— the bride and groom floating high above Paris the blue of the sky holding them aloft with unadulterated joy. Men with faces of animals play violins and flutes and a vision of a young couple a child standing upon the mother’s...

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I dreamed a song — hush tones and haunted chords. A woman loved once, and it grew into a tree. She watered it with years, fed it her voice, slept beneath it, called the silence love. And in the final verse, she hung herself in its...

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I thought it was love, but I guess I was blind, You just played pretend and toyed with my mind. I gave you my heart, my soul, every year. Returned was your silence, your distance, and your love never here. I thought maybe one day you’d love me the same-how foolish to know I was your puppet on a...

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How did this moment come to be When in my eyes you're all I see? And everything I want to do? Only us babe, me and you I know that we would set great store I'm realizing more and more That I'm the hand and you're the glove It's much more than just making love ...

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stretching hands pointing out blaming skies yearning for the sunlight without any ability to radiate with own might when it's asked for the rain, it shudders; for blue hue, its yellow beams remain unfathomable during typhoon because here at the center of storm there is no swarming heavy rain's tune the piece of ice flake don't seem to fit the moment it dropped on the puzzle just give it...

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