Venturing Poems - Poems about Venturing

Stepping Softly onto her heart of Jubilation she reminds me of my Priorities such like roses and Emeralds she is the explanation Of my destination I love you in so many ways wise words Can not express I know I'm Taking risks but I must persist Especially when you flirt with me Flirtatiously I will be gentle with Swollen kisses and...

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My husband ventured out today, His virus on the wane. He only took the briefest walk But didn’t much complain. For he was thrilled (and so was I) To see him well enough To leave his snug cocoon and have The strength to strut his stuff. He won’t be running marathons And this I underscore Because, in truth, he wasn’t running Marathons before....

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My life’s been a mess, but more than anything —I wanted to die well To make up for those times I struggled and failed —and shorted the line The people who knew me were driven away —in vain their love fell Making love to my mistakes my hours were...

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I skated around the rink third day doing laps, when my skates first hit the ice and had myself a little mishap. I did not let that stop me got back up on my feet, tried a hockey stick for balance with the ice, my ass did greet. I was able to skate a little faster with every lap I made, tried to get it...

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Life, set finite in stone, never to change Human nature should be open to debate but we currently lack the range As long as the heart is infused, we have hope As long as we have hope, we have the ability to cope The soul is a limitless well, inviting the bold to delve Some venture and stagnate among their...

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A continuation of The World Above Me, a special collaberation between myself and my good friend Justin Connor 8/17/12 ------------------------------------------------------------------ The shelter opens its door to the world above me Never have I seen so much destruction My eyes get used to the brightness, An unwanted tear trickling down my cheek But once they are accustomed to the light, I want to close...

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Writing poetry is like marching to a marvelously lyrical band. With guidance of the muse, he surprises with comings through the pen in your hand. With all this juggling and jangling, hopefully comes streams of wonderous thought, not unlike visiting the candy store and savoring a favorite just bought. Proud of the sustenance your musings worked so hard to provide, hoping...

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Good morning Mrs. Cobb, Get ready, as I turn this door knob. A new adventure will start this day, For our students are on their way. I see you've moved Andrew's desk, I wonder what he'll think of next. He's such a cute and creative fellow, I can't believe he colored the wall yellow. Putting him there is a very good choice, Maybe he'll...

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