Giving Up Poems - Poems about Giving Up

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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Giving to takers Is a Sisyphean task; Don't be a doormat....

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What is the gift the Creator doth give? Providing a purpose for which to live. It could be the consciousness He gave man. The awareness we’re part of His grand plan. Faith and trust in what’s physically not seen. An eternal life, but what does that mean? Thoughts that come to us from we know not where. Caring without knowing just why...

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To live in abundance and magnify your fortune you must DIVINELY work for it. The far measures of where man will go for an instant magnitude relentlessly disqualifies the thoughts of having abundant control over their own hearts with love and forgiveness. And in addition, the practice of satisfying skin compared to a clean heart,...

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Faithful Reliable Intune Endearing Nurturing Dedicated Sharing ...

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Dare I show others, what it is I see? A path one may take, to set themselves free. The words that I speak, should give them a clue, Open a doorway for them to go through. By offering others an explanation. Each one can see their part of creation. I will share with them the thoughts of my soul, To them the...

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All gifts must be given to sustain their usefulness. Like blood, life is in the flow, if not flowing, blood dries and dies. Movement, the constant changing, sustains the life of all living entities of creation. The Sun gives energy that sustains life on Earth. It renews itself every night by sharing the job of lighting the Earth with the...

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barefoot mendicant tears of gratitude in eyes ~ gifted pair of kicks ...

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As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for this day's receipts. When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in the heavenly or hellish holes of the waning moon. Weary with wars, the deceit of greed, where hate is heralded more, the selfish, superior ones, their darkness dimming their light,...

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Perfume of tremendous worth, Emptied from an airtight jar, Left a sweet fragrance in the air, As roses on a spring morn. Promptly brought a harsh rebuke, Labeled as a wasteful sin. Others had an insightful view, It’s too precious to contain. Basic goods must always flow, Not withheld with selfish greed, By the “haves” from the “have not” poor We must respond to their need. If...

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A promise from God, his sign in the sky, Never again will all unjust men die. A rainbow appears as His sign to man, Water will not cover all of the earth’s land. He’ll not with water, wash all life from earth, Because of our sins or our lack of worth. He offers His gift of eternal life, And gives us the...

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I wrote something a while ago I was mad that you were back But now I feel myself letting go It's all numb and the anger I lack I am giving in to you again Hold my writes out And let you tie them "Why can't you just figure this out" The thought sparks in my head And stabs through my heart The glass shatters...

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On Friday, 2024.06.28, at 11:13:07 I first played piano at the M Central. It was BB who introduced me to a world of music, The 1st song played was his favourite. It has been exactly one year. Many things have unfolded here. As I genuinely seeking for music therapy, I have also shared that to many. On my 2nd and subsequent visits...

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