Tend Poems - Poems about Tend

No matter the long road You can walk step by step No matter the short road You can't reach it Without taking two feet. No matter how busy you are Take time to make yourself happy Work without play Make life dull and weary Take time to tend yourself freely....

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I like that when I hold your hand, you tend to smile within your sleep We took a shot at something wonderful; that also became something deep Life becomes a castle; you are its strongest hold, my beloved keep Feeling loved by you, I found a newly created reason to take a defining leap Scorching from a burning Deep;...

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Going to get a “haircut” today Actually getting all of them cut Cutting just one would hardly be noticed Now I'm being quite a silly nut There's many other sayings similar to this English is overloaded I find Wanna hear others that I've discovered Well stay tuned it'll “blow your mind” “Keep your nose to the grindstone” Now THAT'S gotta smart I'd say See what...

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In gardens of sorrow, a bloodied rose weeps, Its petals, once vibrant, now stained and torn. A tale of passion, etched in crimson deep, Love's beauty tarnished, its essence forlorn. Once cherished, it bloomed with grace and delight, A symbol of ardor, devotion delight. Yet shadows of time cast a somber blight, Leaving scars of longing, in silence unbound. Each thorn, a reminder...

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Manifestation, a glimpse into the future; Just like deja vu; Pen pulling moments, spelling them out on paper charged with blood red ink; Fireworks exploding light my words up as they fall; Stardust interlude; It starts with a smile, hope becomes reality; Abracadabra! My poems tend to come true, it’s kind of a thing I do....

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Ma and Pop pop and ma the small needle the big darn. Little shop of peddlers first to be robbed, accused of being gougers. Ma wants to move to Florida, pa wants to expand the jerky sticks shelving. Locals know them, they shop with Ma & Pop because their near - they sell beer. First to go the way of the dodo, last to hang around backs against the wall old and shaky, filling in...

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Christians should really believe that God first created first the heavens and than the earth. The very first man God created, was out of the dust of the earth. When God breathed into his nos tiles, Adam became the very first living soul. The very first job God gave to mankind, was that of being a...

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Tend the garden where the tulips grow. Moisten soil, sun drench. When leaves faint and wither, ...

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Tend Thy Orchard, Its Bad Limbs Prune Shall thee let hope hold firmest sway, Live life well now, without delay; Enjoy the beach and its cool nights Walk under moon's soft beaming lights. Remember sorrow comes with grey, Relief shall come if one but prays: Yet thy heart must seek, stay in tune, Tend thy orchard, its bad limbs prune. Hold thee deep, virtues...

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Things tend to have a deeper meaning But, we see selectively The direction is there It is not used completely We are often confused As a result of the ambiguity Pain and darkness walk in Nothing but a clouded scenery...

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tend to lean towards a negatively influenced mind set seemed to have been hard wired from youth to perceive life within the most negative terms possible rewiring seems to be an impossible task to undertake it has proven to be a life long journey towards the unknown with no end insight...

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Tend your garden the seeds for planting a lot in Africa you roast and eat in comfort planting time you are filled up as you wait for other gardeners The seeds you get from good will go to your hot ovens you plant them in the garden of your hot and dry stomach where air, water and warmth do not exist for germination As...

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Private Joshua Bronson wrote this letter by the camp fire where he lay, Nigh a place called Gettysburg where a great battle loomed next day. He'd bid farewell to Jenny and his children at their humble cabin door, Nearly two years ago to join his regiment to do battle in the Civil War. "My dear Jenny", he wrote, "How...

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Oh when I was a child I loved Popeye cartoons, Guess there’s no real accounting for any kid’s taste, But you always knew spinach was up Popeye’s sleeve, And that bullies like Brutus would soon be disgraced. “Just deserts!” to all thugs what the world hungers for, “In the kisser!” whatever their color or stripe, “Missing spinach” like kryptonite something...

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Things get done With grace and virtue beyond The usual dregs camping out Virtuosity ceases to be priority As it yields to tone-setting and methodical fleecing Of the willing patrons searching for Deeds and reasons to come their way A warm stare is launched Caught by gazes more magical than they need to be And doused with sunshine which flogs each lip upon receipt Message,...

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