Give Poems - Poems about Give

You get what you give If you give respect respect to others You will get respect If you mistreat you friends You are going to lose them And you will end up alone And isolated From the outside world If you make a promise to Your friends you should keep it If you break the promise You will be letting your Friends down ...

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I’ve ridden long ’cross windswept land, Seen men lie with a shake of hand. Smiles can fool, and words can bend— But a horse stays honest ‘til the end. People come with masks and games, Talk in riddles, shift the blame. But a mustang don’t play make-believe— He gives what’s real, not what you need. A horse don’t gossip, scheme, or plot, He don’t...

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2025.06.15 It was quite a while ago, I came here and wrote, "BB was not here" and "JJ is here On Queen Birthday 10 Jun 2024". These words were written on the sand On the the shores of both sides of the pier. As time passed on, JJ sat and watched The waves washed up onto the words, Slowly encroached, engulfed and wiped Them...

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May we be blessed… especially in this time of political upheaval and strife To give every day, as Mark Twain suggested, A chance to become the most beautiful day in our life. ...

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If you want To go out Have a drink Shake a leg Take a bet Take a chance Win or lose Have a dance I don't really care I don't care All that much Come and go it - so? Have a run Getting fit I don't really Give a... What do you want Do you know Please yourself Let it - go Take a risk Feet first Jump right in Bubble - burst If you think about, how...

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Screams taking up all I own Screams making me believe I am no one Screams enchanting him over my sorrow Cause his joy only lies on my failed tomorrow. They try and try To ensure I give up My eyes cry For they never give up. They take my beauty They take my time They take my energy To I can never...

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You can beat it You can beat it You can beat it You can beat it You can beat it You can beat it Give it your all Lately you've been feeling defeated You're sick and you're tired of treatment There is no cure That's what the doctor's been speaking Give it your all They say you don't have much time...

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I was crazy enough to give her a daisy Well, a bunch of daisies Purchased on a whim Y’know, hey she might like these Not knowing the power of the devilish daisies I muttered something like “I kinda thought ya might like these” Not sure how the Daisies did it But they spun a gossamer web Whispered in a quiet scent You are crazy enough...

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Together, my parents faced two world wars, the great depression, floods, fires, and some things that would bring most people to their knees. Imagine just where I would be if they had just decided that things were too rough and chucked in the towel. At the time, I didn’t think they had a lot to...

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When our children (and grandchildren) were born when their lives were brand new and undefined our dreams for them were simple… that they be healthy happy and kind. As we watched them grow each day… from a room in our hearts where no one else could see… we dreamt of the life they might have…of the people they might be. We...

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How? There is no lover, nobody can accept the love I want to take off, fly, have a life of love, first, the one The one? Why? Don’t you need more of your love? From love. The Love. I am evil. I had observed from? From? From love no. Love, don’t like the lonely love But it is a respect...

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With anguished hands, (they lie) his hands in play. I saw him as a mad, creative type. In pick of months, his guitar coughs dismay. The covid creep, his voice would steal, and snipe. Not in illness, but in rhythm of life’s bore. For now, his hallelujah brings us joy. Simplicity and quiet speak; we soar. In sober strum, the guitar guards...

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Oh! Guitar, what music hides in thy heart, That awaits the touch of my soft fingers. As my digit ends move over thee in quiet, What melody comes, how it my spirit triggers! Every chord in thee is fastened so tight. If one is loose, the notes run dissonant. With thy rhythm n’ melody, thou hold my heart light. Wonder what sprite...

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Stream of life pulsates boulder to boulder sometimes so quiet and sometimes so loud sound of heartbeats get older and older, symphony of birds in the Evening cloud. While the Moon is resting deep in my heart sky of my dreams roll tumultuous waves. Hope in thunderstorms embraces restart in stars and fate together, boundless craves. Without an umbrella,...

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on the surface, the waters are like glass, reflecting the rhythms of a promise, a prayer, a praise felt by the heart who breathes in her peace ~ by poet gently flowing across polished stones waters reflecting the silence of June her rolling sprays stir me in my bones as she sways beneath a blue moon on the surface, she...

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