Toughening Poems - Poems about Toughening

... as a mother toughening her child so her soul shall come to be in comforting as her strength and honor is your clothing so a confident about the future motherhood mouthful of wisd......Read the rest...

...i Trees A kaleidoscope cathedral rustling, hustling life-light into every thinning limb. Earth-emblems embalming every rogue marauding cell in resin. Violent poppies dripping blood-pe......Read the rest...

...It should come to you as no real surprise, that the selfsame pro-choice and infanticide of twenty eight days to murder their newborn children, who survived abortion. Most likely even if they wer......Read the rest...

...Have you ever had a massage of any kind? During the process,did you,your teeth, grind? I always thought you get this tender,sweet, relaxing feeling; Until I became a massage client who left squeal......Read the rest...

...Every male child is a good cyclist, Their rugged terrains toughening his wrist; Some of them my students in the morning! Not one of them a conceivable cripple, All on purpose, Unstoppable Peop......Read the rest...

...Walls explode, windows crash Lightning in the middle, ceremoniously mash the safety of my core, the distressed world of my being that has given me a reality, gazing into the sky, seeing the truth......Read the rest...

...worn out tennis scuffle through leaves and trash going nowhere accept relocating from the soda machine to the parking lot this is the intricate routine he follows. gingerly he sits amid falling ......Read the rest...

...These rough and wrinkled hands hold a gentleness the smooth hands of youth, carless and untrained, miss. The knowledge she holds has yet to be transferred, and her young companion has yet to ripen......Read the rest...

...We go together like chocolate and nutter, Reeses though we are from two different worlds, species Young mixed of us become lil beasties We slaughter anyone who stands in our way, deceased and we ......Read the rest...

...A Merchant Marine At fifteen, he went to sea A way to begin Harsh Realities Learning to be a real man Life was on the run Scrapes and falls and bumps Toughening the young fledgling Losing......Read the rest...