Earned Poems - Poems about Earned

... Young Anna* worked with yarn and loved a quilting bee, but someday she’d do works that all the world would see. Her genius flourished late in life and freely flowed, for not by man but nature ......Read the rest...

...Trapped between the pages that I hope are never turned Caught within a game, who’s rules I never learned Mindful the time is coming, I’ll receive just what I’ve earned I’m ripe with un......Read the rest...

...We save some money, if we can, So when we’re up in age, We’ll have enough to get us through That final “elder” stage. To me, that always meant that I’d Be set for life to spend On all the thi......Read the rest...

...Structures crumbling under the weight of the decisions made in haste Beneath the rubble lies all the reasons it was all laid to waste The signs were seen but disregarded as mere means to an end ......Read the rest...

...I watch the days roll by and my vision explodes in the sky, morning and noon is merging in one and my energy is spilling all over the land. Seagulls of assorted colors parade on the shores and big bo......Read the rest...

...All she wanted was love, but he forgot the dreamy days of yore. Gone were those sweet caresses, Gone were the walks hand in hand, Gone was any passionate lovemaking. All sentiment evaporated int......Read the rest...

...I loved you More than you could ever love me I wanted you happy And so I did everything in my power Trying to turn it into reality We are puzzle pieces New, untouched pieces Bound to fit in pe......Read the rest...

... May we all be blessed in life to discover in others true love and friendship… knowing once both of these have been earned we can totally trust that person even when our eyes are closed even wh......Read the rest...

...Everything I buy to touch or taste is made in China, made in China leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste is made in China, made in China. From my pencils to my stencils to the golden lo......Read the rest...

...Monday blues are preceded by Sunday yellows And I have always hated these Sunday afternoons To me, they feel so lazy I watch as the world turns silent and still No noise except for the cr......Read the rest...

...Not tethered to a soul, I walk alone, A captain on this course, my heart my own. No master's hand directs my wandering feet, My path unfolds, a tapestry complete. My essence blooms, a garden wi......Read the rest...

...I need a new life I want I want I want it I am wishing my new life I want my death I want to die Now Now Master: No, you can’t die. You are my student You are......Read the rest...

...Thou art to soul as sleep is to my strife, The cheeks when look no more rosy and full, Lips red, nor knees so sturdy of a mule, The flesh when falters, wrinkles getting rife, In feeble frame ......Read the rest...

... Today I’m thankful for wisdom And for I yield to the wisdom of two brains… Mary Catherine Bateson (Margaret mead’s daughter) And, who else, but Mark Twain…. Mary Catherine Bateson said, real......Read the rest...

...Just like this vessel, we all bear Marks of struggle, signs of wear. But beneath the surface, deep within Lies the essence of who we have been. Like a glass that has fallen And shattered upon ......Read the rest...