My mom will be proud.
Look what I made in Arts-and-Crafts today.
The teacher said it's great.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
So you wear these thorns with pride, accepting the hand that invites you to dance,
and you spin alongside your reflection, to the music of voids that sing to your tears.
Because you know, this pain looks better on no one else but you,
you know you have always been the perfect mannequin to display it to the world.
In the mirror of your soul, a ballet of shadows and lights is reflected,
where every step is an untold story, a silence that bears your name,
and in this dance, pain becomes a silk dress, a crown of thorns,
which you wear with grace, for only you know how to dress suffering with elegance.
The whistle of time sings a refrain of loss and rediscovery,
and you, wrapped in melancholy, embrace your imperfections as rare artifacts,
because you have learned that beyond the pain lies an inexplicable beauty,
a story written in shades of sadness and light, understood only by you.
Thus you dance with your thorns and tears, blending reality with illusion,
a perfect mannequin transforming suffering into art, into a spectacle of life,
because in every wound and every tear hides a part of you,
a truth you wear with pride, an eternal dance in the mirror of destiny.
you can just stand
be your pride wall
life is not a ball
you can make the call
thing can be rough
some time very tough
never your race
sorlor your face
hold you back put hat on the rack
thats a fact
let god always be your guild
WALK WITH PRIDE
Wear your odd socks with pride,
No need for them to, in your gumboots hide,
Of funny looks, I don't give a darn,
As I can spin a good yarn.
Is it better to have odd socks,
Or no socks?
That is the question,
You should be asking about your odd sock situation.
Is it worth disrupting your household,
And putting hugs on hold,
All for fear of a laugh at your expense
Which makes no sense,
When the odds are high
That others too, will have a pair of odd socks to deny.
I wear my odd socks with pride,
As I see no need to hide,
My socks are odd,
When I look around
And see so many odd things that still astound.
Remember Them with Pride
by Robert (Bob) Moore 2022
It’s not only for the missing,
the fallen, and the dead
but for all of those who went to war,
and for their country bled
Their normal life was placed on hold
and at their countries call
They marched toward a waiting foe
Though many of them would fall
Those who survived the carnage,
Would never be the same,
Friends they made, who did not return
they remember, always, their name
November the 11th
That is the day, we have set aside
to think of all these hero’s
and to Honour them with pride
For all these men were hero’s
those who returned, and those who did not
with many torn and shattered
from the blood, the shell, and the shot
Those of us, who stayed behind
to support them, though torn apart
they were members of our family
kept forever in our heart.
Bob Moore
Mother Nature swelled with pride
The Ozone dropped to its knees and cried
Seen yesterday as forever elusive
All types and traces of pollution had died
Humankind breathed in deeply
emotions all a-whirl
The oceans in unison rose
their waters a-swirl
On high, the angels burst into song
Jubilation had never lasted so long
The Old Man came down to have a look
~ to write a new chapter in His Book
would feel great inside
when God did give us much pride
to heaven free ride
have propensity
for much sensitivity
with humility
looked in annual
God gave me a spaniel
name was Daniel
God has made me whole
blessed by Him and saved my soul
was His greatest goal
God said twist and shout
when we received His handout
flowers up will sprout
saw latest release
properly should treat police
hair was combed with grease
How about those Horn Haiku?
wearing saggy pants
misinformed about meaning
the wise inmates laughed
Birdwoman wore eagle, robin, osprey and owl.
In her hair, with a certain flair
Hummingbirds, swifts and waterfowl
Making their nest in her lovely hair
Birdwoman sported pelicans, penguins and egrets too
Wearing them proudly, none of them too loudly though
Nightjars, hornbills and beautiful jays of blue
Morning dove, blue footed boobie and silly dodo
Birdwoman wore her feathered friends with pride, to and fro.
She’s their protector, people said with reverence and awe.
She took them everywhere she ventured, don’t you know.
She loves cardinals, frogmouths, and a simple jackdaw.
Every Day I Wake with Pride Cherita version
Every day
I wake up
Filled with Pride
I smile at all
that I have
done in my life
Filled with Relief
that I am still alive
and still kicking
But with a heavy heart
I Breathe deeply
at all, I have lost
I open my heart
And mind
To the possibilities
That the Universe
Still presents
Every day
We label not only ourselves but others.
Multiple personality, schizophrenic, bi-polar.
Everyone fights for a seat at the Asperger table.
We all want to become something special.
Downing our valium and lithium pills at an alarming rate.
We are shaky and unsteady now; fuzzy thinking but content.
Because we have our labels, wearing them prominently.
Stamping our skin with tattoos of truth and valor.
We convince ourselves we are unique
When in fact, we are but a pack of minions
all vying for the same labels,
heading toward a sleepless night
Anxiety compounded upon anxiety
thanks to our ridiculous addiction to the news
Turn off the murders and rapes; we don’t need them!
But wait, maybe we do ….
to justify our labels.
So proud of my son now, just bursting with pride
though there were times, I admit, I was worried inside
In pre-induction training to defend the Jewish State
surrounded by sworn enemies loaded with hate
With the guts to do what he truly believes in
my youngest son's photos display a wide grin
He knows the Israeli Army's no walk in the park
Losing even one war means the state goes dark
Yet the esprit de corps in his army's unmatched
May God see him through his service unscratched
Sad yet proud
But the scoreline doesn't lie
Football is not coming home
But this time with a sense of pride
Not in disgust and shame
But the fact remains
We still lost
But all is not lost for once
At least we had or gave it a real go
And we finally at last have something to build on and grow
So hey ho onwards and upwards
The cupboard is no longer bare
And for once the whole country finally cares
More hope for the future than nightmares
Well done to all the Lads
Its not all bad
At last you have done your Nation Proud
Football may not be coming home
But when you do
You can hold you head up high
All we ever wanted or expected
You gave us , you may have lost but at least you tried
You have finally restored the 3 Lions Pride
when rule's concerned as a whole
total concreteness there's not seen
on the same world climate differs
language religion and many been
red blood smells differently on earth
even in same family and in same country
in polluted love true feeling's blurred
for self gain polishes self colors bluntly
wherever and whatever be anything
nothing's left to be unchanged in time
to love and feel in body heart's fixed
alas, now lung's love going to be prime
from the inception rule has been broken
history speaks in pages worldwide
for selfishness humanity's been crying
by breaking rule world's dreaming with pride
That rule was begging to be broken - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes
With Pride
By Joeysguy
It’s so dark in here, it must be night
I see an opening, I can see some light
Why are these people pulling on me
I guess out there I should be
I’m upside down, you hit me and I cried
That hurt and left me teary-eyed
Who’s this lady you put me alongside
Who’s this man staring with so much pride
Are they someone that I should know
When they leave will I also go
This lady says her name is mom
She puts out her hands and wants me to come
The man is called dad
They are so nice and never seem sad
Will this good feeling always last
Time has gone by and it seemed so fast
In the blink of an eye
I’ve learned what it is to cry
With little suffering and not much sound
Mom and dad are now in the ground
They said we are of one heart
Even in death we can never be apart
Now I look at this lady with our baby at her side
How beautiful, and I’m so full of pride
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