Molding Poems - Poems about Molding

The cold happy day reminds me of the old happy days When we had to mold to be happy even when we were fold but still happy We never waited to be told to be happy...

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A dozen or so things I'd teach my guys, school children and grandchildren likewise. When they are young kids, I would make it plain they’re not to be blamed for a neighbor’s pain. Simple: no biting, no pulling hair, no hitting, no screaming, no pinching and no spitting. Keep your hands to yourself, unless asked, personal space should not be...

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Necessity is the refining of this life so crude to stand up to the task of facing a world so rude connecting you to all the needed wires will be carefully executed and I won’t tire shielding and protection, you’re kept under your challenges at this stage, allow me to ponder shaping and reshaping for a sound mind to be in...

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Held to Her chest, silly noises and funny faces made you happy Gripped in His hand, temper tantrums and meltdowns reared your independence Your fatigue and fussiness paints with such an unconscionable art-ness All the while We were growing yet teaching you affinity Moon tide you yearned for Us, in your crib-beating, in the beautiful blackness We adored you and...

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Molding Leaves Suns golden rays On awaiting ground Denying summer heat Dampens fragrant aroma Of molding leave Enticing it’s demure Nothing to surpass The dancing leaves Falling to their fate In in quite quest Surrendering in repose Letting all know. The ensuing coming Of winter travail Obeying nature calling The decaying leaves Composing to earth For its renewal. Needs of enrichment From fertile beginning. In Casting what’s passed Into...

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alluring and daunting, I'm left all alone, intriguing and frightening how my anxieties grown, cutting all ties to relationships sewn, my mind in a spiral and I'm falling on my own and this is by choice, I choose to recluse, padlocked my feelings so they'll never get loose, hoping for a past, a future, a truce, hoping to loosen the knot...

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To move mountains We must mold minds. We must mold the minds Of people of all kinds. Those of us who mold Are those of us who teach. The minds we mold Are the minds we reach. We try to mold someone Every day. We try to show That knowledge is the way. We must show that knowledge Comes from a fountain that flows, And that the man...

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