Womb To Tomb Poems - Poems about Womb To Tomb

...ronic – isn’t it…? The very essentials we need to survive Are the same essentials that endanger and destroy us! The very same people we love Are the same loved ones we hurt or hurt us – The very......

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...Foetus sprouts in Womb taking birth as baby, grows to child and then attains vibrant youth meeting the challenges of life. Obviously comes old age being dest......

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...supplied* with God's wealth coconut is tree of life... grand from womb to tomb *Philippians 4:19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glor......

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... New life from womb to pass through childhood and youth and then with time merging to serene seniority or premature end at any time facing ruthle......

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...WOMAN'S WITS By Ronalyn M. Pupa “There is a woman in the house!” She is the man’s partner and supporter, Maintains household’s peace and order, Alone or with you, stands still in all ......

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...Scattered in my thoughts- untold Share my thoughts, for you- behold Womb-to-tomb, to death from birth Wish all "peace" whilst here on earth......

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...Death form crux Span from womb to tomb. Still shrugging. For your sake It's time to muse, act shrewdly. Who can read your yarn Written: January 08, 2022......

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...Years have I been traveling The deep, dark, dreamy waters Unraveling the babbling Of prophets, fools, and martyrs Sailing my ship of questions Seeking wisdom and rhyme Assailing the keeps and......

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...Womb to Tomb New life from womb to pass through childhood and youth and then with time merging to serene seniority or premature end at any time facing ruthless truth. O......

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...INEVITABLE New life appears welcoming childhood meeting arrogant youth merging to serene seniority or to face abrupt end at any time. From womb to ......

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...Alas, we live in an imperfect world. We long for somewhere free from strife and pain-- Some Shangri-La or Eden whence, like Cain When driven forth in anger, we were hurled. And now our search i......

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...la got take a sneering ......

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...NOT PERFECT God, my life is an open book and you wrote it I am sticking to your script, sometimes am overly neurotic But I pray you give me a sign My ways are so dark, give me a sun I am too bl......

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...From womb to tomb we are all alone... Merely interacting with other vessels... We stay busy with our repetitive, mundane jobs... We are slaves to the green paper that sustains us... We are all gh......

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... use ... choose ... the hues of blues blacks, whites - news a day-old bruise that lies like torment under the skin, thin, to squirm and tickle itching, twitching to send you the fickle......

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