Motivations Poems - Poems about Motivations

Do not run away... face life... Don't hold back the tears.. cry until the tears dry... Surrender willingly, to the belief that motivates you... Fight with denoted bravery, for what you crave... Pour yourself out for the passion you feed love yourself, and love love, always...!...

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What will I pack for lunch at work? I gather healthful foods in the morning: Nuts? Dark chocolate? A salad with croutons? Perhaps organic crackers with cheese or maybe a nice sandwich - tuna, egg salad, or a BLT. Driving home, I plan dinner. Shall it be Mexican? Chinese? Italian? Shall I simply prepare a burger with homemade fries or a more elaborate casserole? A...

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A restless yearning to make all brokenness whole, An unquenchable thirst of finding the life's soul; An endless desire to explore this universe, A child-like fancy with moon and stars to converse… To gather pearls of poesy scattered around, And compose them into songs with music profound; Care for little flowers of all colors and forms, To wreath them garlands for martyrs...

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What motivates world are the phenomena ... To the common man the heart... To the bird, the highest flight To the poets, all the reasons ...!...

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You have friends; You have families; And you have a lot of relatives But you don't have love as you need You don't have attentions as you wished. You have dreams to pursue; Dreams that you want to be true; And dreams that you want to be come true. But you never been cared, You have never been trusted, And you don't feel the feelings...

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It’s not about where you come from Neither is it about where you are It’s not about what you can do Neither is it about what you’ve done It’s not about failing the contest Neither is it about winning it We have come so much more farer So we just can’t wait any longer We have to in our ideas, be...

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My love of poetry started when I was still a five- year old child When my parents asked me to memorize verses and rhymes With all my feelings and actions, I recited my poems in front of a crowd Innocently receiving adulations but not a handful of dime The first piece I memorized was entitled, “Cradle Hymn” I was a...

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