Gave Poems - Poems about Gave

When I gave beggar a coin

A beggar grabbed my hand and cried for some spare change.

At first, I offered him a sweet memory of food or a tasteless sip of divine water, but he asked for money.

I had a heavy coin and gave it to him.

I wondered why he took only the money, and when he saw it, he immediately

dog run gave me freedom

freedom for me came in the form of a dog run
promised weeks before it arrived
I gave up hope the Thursday it finally came
I had been hostage to my house for eleven months
because Beau, my baby dog chases cars

He follows pretty teenage girls home
He runs around delivery trucks as they enter our long driveway
Our good dog,

Names we gave

Name of hardship to life’s journey we gave,
To means that help move on, money we gave.

To loose change that’s today money the least,
What else? As a worthless penny we gave.

That which never if ever opened mouth,
To dumb mirror, nickname dummy we gave. 

To love’s first journey of sweet memories,
Yea, you have guessed it right: honey

You Gave Me Your Heart And I Gave You Mine

You gave me your heart and I gave you mine—
not in silence, but in the rustle of stars,
in the breath between waves.

Two birds exchanged their skies,
two rivers poured into one basin.
There was no contract,
no promise carved in stone—
only the trembling of hands
and the slow unfolding of trust.

We made a country from whispers,
a home of glances

Before my mom gave me birth

I’ve known my mother 
since before I had a shape,
when my soul — a seed of silent stars,
was still searching for its furrow.

I was an imperceptible vibration,
a faint flicker in the chasm 
between being and not-being,
and she — the only soil
where I could take root.

She never promised 
time would be gentle,
but 
she gave me her

On The Record

All that I am I gave away
For just to come and see
The ever-dying summer day
With sunlight through your tree
You’ve gone, but on the record
Your voice remains with me
It takes about split second
To change the time, to be
Back in the endless days
To see again your smile
You’re talking through November haze
I answer from July..

God gave us Nature

moon was perfect tonight, powerful crescent
she shone a sliver of light on a lone pheasant
gray wolf thought the moon was effervescent
nature shows out, God’s loveliest present

Petit Fours Etiquette- The Soupbone Crooners

When asked what there names were
one responded quickly and spoke with a very heavy voice
saying his stage name was "Rink rasher"
and his partners was " Fresh Meat"
he shook my hand and began a conversation:
while his partner stood silent with a frown on his face.
I was try to bring him into the conversation asking questions often

I Gave a Seed a Jacket

I gave a seed a little jacket
Now, in harsh weather, he can hack it. 
When the sun begins to show,
and it's time for him to grow,
he can go ahead and crack it.

In Vain,They Gave Rain

Let me tell you a tale 
of a small boy,
who wanted a gale 
and some flashy rain.

A small child, naughty he was,
Never wanted school,so
he sent the Gods and SOS
about some stormy rain.

The Gods red and red again,
They were always kindly
and didn't want to make him in vain,
So they sent some thunderous clouds 

The boy was

God Gave Me You

We both jumped off a cliff, 
I fell 
You flew 

We both went for a dip,
You swam
I sank to darker hues

Each night my dreams play 
On replay
These similar troublesome tales
Yet the day brings the light
Which reflects the words I only dare believe 
From your eyes
And the rhythm of your heart 
Beats several strides slower
Just so

If I gave up Sugar

If I gave up sugar
would I crave more salt?
Filling up my diet with potato chips and French fries?

If I gave up sugar
would the enamel grow back on my teeth
Would my missing teeth grow back?

If I gave up sugar
would I lose weight and feel healthy?
Would I still be me?

I daresay I will never know

WTC Remember Temba

Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded

Saffa gaffers did thrill 

Willow wielding wizards of Oz

Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas 

Festooned spill just like Seville .


Must remember..the ember burning

Yearning of Temba Bavuma

Kept his sense of humour

Despite being the victim of flimsy whimsy


Many a nasty rumour

I implore you to ignore the tumour 

That is Michael Vaughan…dim..grim

Pompous pig or obnoxious prig 

Having a

He Gave Us More

Being weary of our direction
No guidance which way to go
We cried out Lord please help us
He pointed His finger, that way now go
With the new land of milk and honey
We grew dependent upon the Lord
He gave us all we needed
And continued to give us more
Thank You Lord for Your goodness
We'll remember Your kindness indeed
Oh Lord

They gave us a gun and called it freedom

They gave us a gun and called it freedom
So when you tell me you care
I dont believe you
Your performative allyship
And yes talking to you white liberals
This 'white saviour' act you've got going on
You can end it
And stop pretending
Let's call it what it is
It's your guilt manifesting as being seen as 'progressive'
But really it's just you

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