Giving Up Poems - Poems about Giving Up

When you see others hurting and your heart doesn’t cry, Look inside and ask yourself the answer to your why? The path we’re given here on Earth is so we can learn. To begin the learning process, we must feel concern. For each to evolve while on this Earth, each must transform. Right choices made along the way seldom cause...

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before I pour rain I ask the field if it thirsts— sometimes it just smiles, content in its cloud shadow, roots drinking from deeper springs....

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If I were a poem metaphoric words would dance in synchronicity, similes would waltz the frown from off my face. If I were a poem I'd wrap sonnets around you, Like tourniquet stanzas healing chapters in verse. If I were a poem cliches would clash with unwritten rules, words would not rhyme and dear diary would not exist. If I were a poem gone would be the...

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Being more open to others’ ideas Being helpful when I encounter the helpless Being loving when I see those that seem unlovable Being slow to anger when I feel I’m being attacked Being understanding when others make mistakes Being non-judgmental when people are different from me Being thankful for all that comes into my life ...

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Let each of us, from our heart, do what we are led to do. If the intent is for the good of ourselves, others, or all of humanity, it will be a good thing that each of us will do. ...

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Dash of panache …blade cascades on the lash..rocking …fans cavalcade flocking to be clocking some shocking..peacocking....with a hefty splash of flash fancy dan elan No mocking.. knocking or blocking my pick as the talisman taking charge, unctuous rambunctious argy bargy barrage of Siraj Spick and span does give a damn masterplan..an if anyone can I can…wiry fiery...

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As I awoke, eyes still laden, dreaming of a pretty maiden. Laying quietly, still in my bed. It was real not just in my head. As the light streaked through the window, heart beating like a crescendo. I felt the joy of love at last, in this love, I’ll willingly bask. The sharing, caring, and daring. The glancing and trance like starring. The thought came...

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Looking for love may not succeed Learning to love may help indeed Letting love flow, may be the seed Lift another by doing a loving deed Love others first, take the lead Lady or gent, please do not plead Lasting love is drawn to a need ...

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Poems may be simple, try writing a rhyme, add some images to make it sublime. Simple words may make meaningful phrases, difficult words can turn into mazes. You could write a Limerick, just for fun, don’t forget a surprise before you’re done. Write a nice Haiku, a scene of nature, like flowing mountain streams with water pure. A Sonnet would be nice...

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As obvious as it may seem, Our higher life we must redeem. To get full value, its true worth, It’s not a given at one’s birth. First acknowledged, then understood, Overcome ego, become good. Use your energy to create, Our deeper thoughts our true estate. To share the truth that we have gleamed, Our higher self must be redeemed. Legacy: our thoughts repeated. Shows our life...

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We’re given a heart to love with We’re given a mind to think with We’re given a Creator to humble us We’re given experiences for blessings and lessons in life ...

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like steaming water seeps through the openings in the bottom of a colander the wisdom of ages past is filtered by my conscious mind leaving all but a few bits and pieces caught in the process I am ashamed to only share the remnants of the astounding truth that came to me giving only the morsels that manage to...

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voor CINDY ANSONG Je eten is heerlijk de pittigheid en hartige toevoeging naar de schemering is een aangrijpende kreet een gesloten lengte. Als de nek van een giraf uit de wolken die volledig tevreden is Ik slaakte een geschrokken kreet met een DANKJEWEL. ...

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We poets, writers, misfits of the world like artist or mystics or troubadours use our gifts to give insight to others we offer more pulling back the covers. We did not fit in with most of our peers. When young we were often taunted to tears. We often were quiet in our own zone. And most of the time you’d find...

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A tree needs sun, water and soil gives back its fruit... and its shade on a hot, sultry day A bee needs...

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