Sharing Poems - Poems about Sharing

My daughter is an angel, For her I rarely fear, For I am always reassured by the promises I hear, That she is in God's hands, And in God she always stands, But sometimes when I doubt, And I cannot see her safe, I think to my man Moe, And I know she's good to go!!!...

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People who always live for others Always think for others When they know something good They find a way to share When they teach everyone Everything they guide all of us In their hearts of hearts They always want you feel way better More knowledgeable and more successful....

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I flew the international route Had an epiphany, no doubt Surrounded, the mix of folks Of ages, languages, life walks What if we suddenly can share One intellection, maybe pair? A story from a distant nook Earth’s wisdom, ready for a book Of money, family and love Tradition, habit thereof, How we can learn, and why we don’t? Out of indifference, we wouldn’t This plane,...

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I know you're tired, I know you're worn, I know you're fighting, bruised and torn. The world feels heavy, dark, unkind, Like no one sees what's on your mind. But hear me now—you're not alone, You're more than pain you've ever known. You're strong, you're bright, you're meant to be, There's so much left for you to see. The nights feel long, the...

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. my heart reachez to the Heavens ...

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I love how your hand make their way and stops at every freckle and mole, Like they never go unnoticed just like your selfless soul. I love how you write your name on my bare back, Like do you even know how your sincerity gives me a heart attack. I love how you stop and trace my every scar...

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For me, Penning poetic words, Is a desired labor of love; Sharing life’s awareness Of the guided wisdom Poured out of God’s cistern To wave and froth inspiration; And the beauty Of it all Is that God’s cistern Is eternally overflowed With such frothing words; Energizing Thirsty searching souls And strengthening Our tested spirits With His peace Love and healing grace; And I pray My poetic well Will continue To be flooded With buckets Of hydrating words; And when...

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…And so we write; Recognizing ourselves within her various forms. As she takes the shape of cloud or leaf; Or the movement of sea or storms. We leave behind us trails of words, struck in sharp relief; Fingers touching pen or keys probing joy or grief; Searching for hope, seeking relevant whispers; Pleading seminal scope for God or kittens’ whiskers. We turn...

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The starry night, Put me on a Trailblazer, Walking through a crowd, Without making a scene, Of all the people I have seen, Is there a place where I have been, To a corridor where I have been there since, I give myself a triumphant glimpse, Until the eclipse, Overshadowed by the blink, It is not what it seems, I did not play a game, For bringing...

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Today my gratitude is flowing out like a river or a stream… I’m glad to be surrounded by people with whom I want to share my dreams And also glad…in fact…I’m as glad as I can be to be surrounded by people who also want to share their dreams with me. ...

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The fox was the first one to see the potential of the oak tree He dug his tunnel, so he would be warm in the winter His place was cozy; he was away from the elements It was everything he wanted it to be and more. Bear had no idea fox had chosen this tree. He dug down into the...

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This year, you walked into my life, Brought me music and sunshine, Triggered my brain's artistic side. I loved all those time we were together, Messaged one another via Conversation Apps, Carried out the "Put lipstick on the pig" projects. Repaired the rear boundary fence, Assembled the coffee table, Went shopping and preparing food, Shared simple healthy meals of veggies and fruits Listened to music...

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Amidst some ashen memory distilled, Unfolded all the flowering prose of eye; Beneath the idea of the weighted song, Sat still the meditative poet, I. You knew me in your quiet hours Long befriended neath a cloak of lust; A mouse amidst the scent of wilted flowers, Touched and torched and writhing in the dust. We did embrace the noble thought, We did dare...

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It's in the evening, When my work is done. Wishing I could share, With my favorite one. A quiet diner, Cooked outside. Fire in pit, You beside. Doesn't have to be all sparkly and bright ...

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walk in light see my shade dip your toes in bathe in the beauty of my earthly soul ...

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