Taught Poems - Poems about Taught

She taught her fury to dance on the edge of the abyss, hating like a silent storm, I always thought it would pass like a cloud sliding across the sky of a quiet May day, a wandering dream between illusions and whispered advice from sleepless, restless nights. I felt it would pass like a summer rain washing away...

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That old elf is unschooled, but he taught himself Has more knowledge than books on a librarian’s shelf We call him the amazing wizened elf, for he is you see. Much brighter than my siblings, actually, my whole family. He can do better surgery than most doctors can do A self-taught veterinarian, he saved a sheep’s life too Old elf is...

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The hardest job you will ever have is love. It is not just a gift from above. It takes a lot of work to get it right. Sometimes you may fight. But always be each other's light. Don't get stuck on a negative thought. This is from lessons taught. Only thinking about the bad. Makes you sad. Turns your thoughts blue. Makes the...

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I remember a guy who is Going to get married I asked him "What's your love for her?" He said "She keeps my peace as I keep her." This sounds to me like thunder Among the clear sky Came a lot of needles How come peace was not In remembrance to this It would sound easy Not to upset a person I thought so much ponder As I smile...

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Fears stay forever, They don't deteriorate like weather. And I watch the free birds through my foggy window, And I watch their lives flow. To grow old is to grow wise, That's what they said. Presidents and doctors and Gymnasts too, This wisdom is not enough to mistake you, They thrive for openings to their neverending fears. They strive for a open door when...

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Fears stay forever, They don't deteriorate like weather. And I watch them through my foggy window, And I watch their lies flow. To grow old is to grow wise, That's what they said. But all this talk has gotten to their head, Presidents and doctors and Gymnasts too, This wisdom is not enough to mistake you, They thrive for openings to their neverending fears. They...

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1. Silence Speaks – The loudest truths hide between words, in pauses, in breaths held too long. 2. Kindness Echoes – A small act ripples outward, touching lives we may never see. 3. Pain is a Teacher – It carves wisdom into bones, leaving scars that whisper, grow. 4. Time Waits for No One – It slips through fingers like sand, yet lingers in the eyes...

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Grandma taught me about the importance of words she was a wonderful storyteller she loved telling a tale or two and loved her birds so now, I am a poet taleteller also gran taught me how to write my words down When still a child she told me to just write and then with steaming tea we would have a sit-down I...

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Mom taught me to sew Grandma Nora taught me to knit My sister taught me to be cautious And gave me freedom to throw a big fit Dad taught me that messy is okay And that neatness is for a cleaning freak The trees and books taught me Other worlds I could sit and seek I learned how to do math from Mrs....

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In life the most important lesson I had to learn Don't look for someone to give you something you never worked to earn. Rather it be respect or money I know it may sound funny When you venture out and things turn sour It's quick to become a bitter soul In life if you look at a rainbow Trust somewhere attached to...

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I ran across some photos the other day hanging off an old branch on our family tree… and as photos often do they awoke a memory in me. I love how that happens…sometimes as down memory lane I ramble a simple photograph or two can make a memory unscramble. It was the night we taught our grandchildren to play poker (If...

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The walk like a cat The walk in the park taught me Calmness and courage....

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Look out over the fields In the direction of the trees See the old man praying While kneeling down upon his knees Cares less for who's watching More so for the ones that may hear He has done this daily Ev'ry morning for many years No one knows his true age Or where it was that he came from First thought he was strange Or that...

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i was good, though i was born with mens eyes crawling on my skin like ants, following me through the grocery store. i was good, i was 5 the first time i was told to close my legs, sitting on the couch the same way as my brothers, told not to "distract" my brothers, it wasn't ladylike to...

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Heart of my heart, here’s where ...

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