Raising Poems - Poems about Raising

Have you ever thought about the raising of Cain? Where did that boy get a rage so completely insane that he ended up murdering his younger brother? Did he learn it from his father and mother, who must've been in such deep, psychological pain for having caused Eden to go down the drain. ...

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Whatever you do as parents remember this one thing If you please… How the raising of your children is a lot like planting trees: You nurture them with your time your energy your food your water your sun But it isn’t until years later… while sitting in their shade you know how well you’ve done. ...

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You despise me so much yet I always love you, I have disgraced you and your legacy, You say my actions were well expected as if you had made a prophecy. Love ,was it ever there? I like to believe there was for my own sanity. My love for you turned into my biggest travesty. My very being hurts your...

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Train a child well Him to prepare His future holds....

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When my wife gave birth to three boys I was sure that she would not have to wait For help with the housework for them. But what a surprise to her it was not They help her, but also take care Of her and feel sorry for her. She's trying to show them that women is weaker sex, That...

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Parents raise children: a thousand...

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Eyes of the world, seeing is believing Change in society raising, new gen... Raised between two homes, morals same One side, race exist to plague Other, living among the mist Two different worlds, same beings We grow from a child's experience What we taught is lead by example Be true to yourself as well your heart...

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Encouragement works wonders Senseless punishment ~ a fateful blunder ...

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Rebirth: Tragedy has been your favorite genre— A fount of acts and scenes of wailing tears and excruciating scars punctured alive by so-called healers. That oozing wound paints the genre that trickles down the plot of your story. The parched lips, a speaking metaphor of your turgid deals In the hands of those wandering away with lots of...

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While Jesus was raring and rising Our religion we would be realizing Being an atheist had been disguising How is that for a few buckles of chuckles scrapped by barnacles who had been a natural born sailor named Bill. Ho ho. After ages was turned into rock Put on Startrek with name of Spock While into show ourselves would lock I have heard about...

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While Jesus was raring and rising Our religion we would be realizing Being an atheist had been disguising How is that for a few buckles of chuckles scrapped by barnacles who had been a natural born sailor named Bill. Ho ho. After ages was turned into rock Put on Startrek with name of Spock While into show ourselves would lock I have heard about...

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The musical was near ready to start When someone let off a rip roaring fart The smell was horrific All had a sniff of it ‘Twas a bummer of an ass drummer’s fine art. The show opened with a trumpet fanfare As the audience were gasping for air The one that had farted Had finished what started Loose poop ran everywhere...

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raising cuckoos are you like me and seek the truth ~ but accept a lie if it bears fruit our monster chick is not so cute ~ yet what in this world is absolute the (chick) is on the right By David Kavanagh...

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Stark naked, Sue walks down her stairs Huge boobies dangle like ripe pears Sue’s ‘hair’ stylist was lax With her Brazilian wax Short curlies remain, but who cares! 8,8,6,6,8 Checked with How Many Syllables Limerick Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin 05/15/23...

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Raising a Kid isn't Easy You notice that fish don't do it Some even eat their offspring If you can't control it, I guess that you chew it Teen-agers are especially hard Pigs are good for bacon and lard They don't attempt to...

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