Life Story Poems - Poems about Life Story

My life’s story is a lonely tale only my faith enabled strung. I moved too much to belong anywhere or keep a friendship knit. The hurts as an army brat continued when grown to render me stung. Just core family love constantly soothed my tears and aided my grit. Lonely hits always made me wonder why He sent...

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we … are ALL reflections of common miracles … echoes of a simple music, divine … and we are ALL ordinary people, living extraordinary lives … don’t keep that amazing story to yourself … share your life from cover-to-cover - it is a wondrous adventure … all your … own. ...

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I've been told a whole bunch of stuff, Of who I am and who I'll be. I'm not really sure why you think, You know me so well inside and out. You make me think bad of myself, like I'm to be ashamed of who I've become. You've Made me cry myself to sleep, made me see the...

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Started high school days, with science and math, Dreaming of becoming an engineer's chosen path, Time flew by, engineering degree achieved, No time for novels or poems, I believed. Limited vocabulary, science fiction in my hand, Never thought poetry would be part of my plan, Married life changed, loneliness took hold, Expressing pain at 60, stories...

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Many do not love my direct way They shy from the truth many just loved my looks in my happy youth some liked the achievements i had and wanted in on my fame And some thought what I did for a living was kiddie stuff and kind of lame So it's a conundrum you see, when you talk about me It's...

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the story I write is the journey of my life destinations end...

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Don't make your life all about other person Leave a chapter for your own life story Life is too short just to scourge out of reason Pave instead your right way to glory...

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a lifetime of memories in a box each one setting her heart aglow o~ how the years rushed by the names the joys never losing their luster even the hard times had their upside we survived and for it became stronger and so the wheel of life moves on AP: 2nd place 2022 Posted on October 25, 2022...

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I remember… Being 3 and crying, screaming Because my mommy was leaving For a day at work, … dreaded hours As loneliness for her fell like black Rain drenching me in awful rejection I remember… Being 6 and climbing out of bed At dawn to finally ride the big yellow bus Enter the planet of kindergarten Where I would discover rich, new things And play harder...

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Let me tell you a story…….. Nothing new under the sun really. Happened many times. Autumn flourished and Christmas was near. Hark, the bells tolled. The womanizer discovered love. Too late. For now she died much too quick. Friends rally round. Especially Lisa, his illegitimate daughter. All in vain. For now his love is dead. A year passed. He stood near a window as fluffy snow...

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Why do I continue with this book the chapters either deadly dull or all the action occurring at once in an overwhelming cascade of events that muddles the mind too complex to keep up with impossible to sort out the storyline rendering me confused and stupefied A tedious and tiresome tragedy The plot painfully predictable yet I persevere through every page pensive, apprehensive for the conclusion that...

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A story to tell If our story was sat on a bookshelf how would it be to re-read it yourself Would there be tears shed over past regrets or happiness as our life is re-tread. Could it ever be explained in a book what we experienced during childhood Would reading the topic be off limits or a...

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All judged her. Even those of us who thought we weren’t. I was one. One night we both had to wait for an hour for a bus. Because it had broken down. She told me her life story. It was worse than I had ever imagined. Suddenly I understood her for the first time. I championed her after that....

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Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself ~ Octavia E. Butler Every life is an inimitable story ... ...

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No father has been seen since birth The school near the estate didn't teach me a lesson Relatives other than my mother have lived with me How could I do anything except what mom did...

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