Learn earn return
Learn
Every great man was once a child
He was once nurtured and taken care by the parent and his community
He was thought in school by a teacher
He learn to speak and walk by his own people
Time to time days after days
He keep growing and keeps learning
Till he becomes a man
Earn
Every man has a process of growth
After our studies at school
All we do is work
All we are faced with is how much to earn
On this time of life there is no more going back
Some men earn so richly
Some men earn so little
So when you are bless out there remember where you started from
Don’t forget home
Return
After all we learn
After all we earn
Home call is always worth it values
No place like home brother
So show love to the place you started
Return to your root after labour
Reconnect with your love ones
Don’t let any things to cut you off your home
Remember every great man was once a child
So give back to the community who saw you through at young times some
Returns
By Poet "A mother's love is never ending, always with a gentle hand."
With a gentle hand,
our life starts off being held and rocked.
As we grow and learn,
life will grow with us.
With a gentle hand,
we are told no many times.
Sometimes we learn,
sometime we do not learn.
With a gentle hand,
hopefully we get straightened out.
In life one day we will need to take our baby,
with a gentle hand.
Shape of the mouths
Silence of the footsteps
Harmony of the tears
Firmness of the handshakes
Emptiness of the buffet
Declare:
Were they in love or in need.
At this time in our country’s history
when so many people are so headstrong…
where so many think they are right…
while everyone else is wrong…
It would behoove us all to understand
wisdom, like respect…is something that we earn…
That no one has all the answers
and…
we all have a lot to learn.
You look skyward to pay homage
to those who may reside,
some point in that direction
one's faith, has so implied.
Have yet to know the answer
no facts provide confirm,
I spend no time believing
nor can I disaffirm.
When time it comes for leaving
a chance for me to learn,
if heavens not the answer
I'll settle for the urn.
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 much harm.
Look upon others from you heart, so you see their need,
Helping others where they’re at is how you plant the seed.
For all that’s created with Love as it’s source,
Can be looked at later with no remorse.
Some parts of the path may sometimes be tough,
But the strength provided is always enough.
Follow the guidance of the Spirit within,
With Love as your source, you’ll always win.
Struggle is important, it’s just part of the test,
The grade will not matter when you’ve done your best.
Whether your sons, daughters, fathers, or mothers,
Spend part of your life’s time learning to love others.
Now you’ve learned to love, show you believe,
It’s better to give than to receive.
I am grateful for the ability to learn about others…
in a world filled with my sisters and brothers….
Because when I learn about another person…
who they are, how they live…where the dwell
It’s amazing but at the same time
I learn more about myself as well
They said, “You’ll never change the stream,
Your plans are just a restless dream.”
But stones don’t fear the water’s voice -
they stand, they hold, they make the choice
to shape the flow, not drift away.
Around me, currents laughed and spun,
the gifted boats sailed in the sun.
Yet in the deep, I learned to stay,
to read the tides, to find the way
where rushing waves could not betray.
The years went on, the river turned,
and bridges stood where stones had learned.
Those who had mocked now crossed with care,
forgetting they had once stood there
to say, “It’s wrong - it can’t be done.”
I do not need their late applause.
The river bends to deeper laws.
And those who stand when all else moves
will find the strength the stream approves,
and greet the rising sun.
You cannot make work everything as per your plans
As there is already a roadmap
You cannot fix all the misunderstandings
As there is already a home built for trust issues
Don't put efforts to make undesired connections
As connections are not for long lasting
Follow mindfulness
As karma is real which hits in its way
Make a habit of smiling
As that is the only expression to live a tough life
Learn to let go of things
As they are not permanent in temporary world
You look at the ant,
He doesn't carry as much
Weight as he can do.
Ant share load to ease
Never tired of sharing work
They're busy body.
Seldom they sleep
Day and night they are working
Supply service chain.
They're never out lack
They have zealous hands and feet
Never lazy thing.
Believe in numbers
That is their core strength
United they stand.
Are we cheap human?
We're more sensitive than ants,
We should learned from them.
Blasphemy, truly—
To treat a poem like lab equipment.
Smearing souls on damp napkins,
scribbling overwrought sorrows.
We are sacred, young lady.
Vessles for disciplined sociopaths and
occasionally, prophets.
Not therapy couches
for freshly wrecked teens.
Yet here you are—
dismantling verses
with the rollerball pen from middle school
and deliberately gothic tragedies.
“I’m figuring it out as I go.”
The audacity.
But fine, if you’d rather,
learn poetry like the ruined—
I guess I can take this blow.
I’ve always been too soft-hearted.
We will learn how to harmoniously dance this new dance.
May misstep each other's feet but we can break the tense trance.
Eventually we will learn our reasons to happily prance.
Our memories will be the roots
In our strong yet delicate foundation.
Our talks will be our parachutes
As we slowly fall into infatuation.
Our fall outs will be rationalized away
As we become each other's voices of reason.
Our voices will soothe us without sway
In our soft-spoken tones, without confusion.
Our individual strengths will shine through
Each and every time we speak or write.
Our hearts will heal and grow on cue
As we learn how to make this all right.
Our memories are the growing roots
Of the tree that symbolizes our romance.
Our souls were meant to overcome all disputes,
Because we are fated to learn this dance.
all of bonds l o o
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impervious our friendships~
silver chains sparkle
Monuments went up commemorating the end of World War II
It wasn't so long ago in Europe, their scars still show ~
A long and vicious war with horrific consequences
So much to rebuild but it was the dawn of a new day
Surely mankind had learned its lessons
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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