Life Is What You Make It Poems - Poems about Life Is What You Make It

Life is what you make it You'd rather dress it up, I'd rather let them see me naked I'd rather find my own chances, you focus on the ones you wasted Life is what you make it I've Got more than I came with Which was nothing, but I won't change it I walk in the rain, you moan when the...

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BIRTH came to me without my permission possibly doomed to spend my life no questions asked with strict submission various sojourns from breast milk to sweets then pubescent hair begins to sprout I cannot figure my parents out they call it a rebellion of an immature child but I am immature but what lay in store is wisdom that comes with each...

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When you find yourself with more time than things to do Think back on all the times the reverse was true. When you feel alone in the midst of a noisy crowd Remember there's a bright blue sky behind the clouds When you feel that you just cannot get out of bed And your mind is filled with anxiety...

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birth of a poem as beauty flutters forth. . . . the chrysalis’ death...

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Born: March 8th 2014 Who would assume she could never bloom Who would assume she could leave so soon Who would assume such doom could loom that a life giving womb would turn to a tomb... Died: March 6th 2014 Dedicated to Kloe Faith Reno and my precious granddaughter in law Veronica and grandson Jacob who have lost 2 babies in less than 2 years....

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birth, to those who dare begins the life adventure to never fear death ©Donna Jones 3-17-2014...

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Birth adorns the gush of flowers Across a patch that lifts boughs’ grace Where Grandma tends a day's embrace Mellowing the closure of hours. The lucent sun pours dewy gold On mounds changing autumn to snow Her eyes agleam from sprouts below As dahlia buds peep and unfold. I gaze to watch her fingers dip Into new stems between the leaves Forgetting that age...

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Birth: the first step to journey’s end. We cannot travel and pretend That our paths will be all straight And leave the helm to luck, not faith. There will be chasms full of gloom Where evil spirits hide and loom The eerie feelings forecast doom And wide-eyed flowers do not bloom; There will be dangers hard to count So many mountains to surmount The angry...

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Birth, inception of life, Reason to celebrate Joyous moments Taking great pride, Body the chariot, Soul passenger, Mind is the one That drives, Check your thoughts, Cultivate ideas, Work hard Not for reward, Your deeds decide Nascence of life, Life is what You make it, Selfish or kind A humble mind, Poor or rich Honest or witch, Remember you must Shed everlasting lust, Equality for all Do your very best , Sooner or later All make peace, Nothing will...

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Birth of an infant, a mom's victorious pain From monosyllables to phrases to sentences Speech takes the place of shouts and cries Actions replaces the moans; coos and tries From crawls to strollers, sturdy legs stood up From dolls to cars, who could have thought Later from afar, some "plays" could leave a scar or some games will give you one or...

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birth of love brings new life in her eyes he is the one future of his he says she is love blooms more and more each day promises become broken darkness draw nears for her pain in deep her heart pounds silently in his hands his hurtful words ring in her head tears flow like a river down her face darkness enters her eyes an...

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Birth ushers us into the world, giving us an opportunity to mold our thoughts into music and noise; love and hate; peace and war......... We find ourselves doing deeds that are either good or evil, swinging like pendulums between the two qualities; history books prove what we are, and what we can become We stop creating our reality only in death....

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Birth Welcome - Miracle ...

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Birth,when time silently stops, is measured Life brings a cry, a restless soul now born Heart, life's beating clock quietly treasured From this, we await the moment all mourn Time is what's spent with every choice and deed As we come to learn, understand its dues Payment for decisions from want and need Gathering life's yield, as we're passing through There is only...

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Birth … Death; You fill in the blank. Some are dealt an easy hand; Some given challenges that are hard; Some are fed with a silver spoon; Some presented problems by the yard. Some have so much support; Some are left all on their own; Some live in luxury; Others don’t even have a home. But, regardless of what circumstances bring, it is what WE...

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