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By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
A Father
A Father, The bedrock of His children, The shoulder on which the girl child rests, The source of the male child's strength, A Father, many a time a disciplinarian, Yet so loving and kind, His presence gives hope to his children, And takes all fears away from his sight, His love lays bare the feminine side of the girl child, And gives rise to the strongest, And the most diligent male child, Blessed is the woman who submits herself to him, And blessed is the one in whose world he's found, For he is an exemplary figure worthy of emulation.
By Maud Agyemang-Gyau about a year ago in Poets
Poem For The Ready
Gentlemen...forgive my wonder, there is no deceit. Forgive my joy to wander on hopeless feet. Love me anyway for things you'll never understand. I trust my own life plan. So, make your mark upon a soul, perhaps another ones, but whatever you do make yourself whole.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Poets
Just Become Selfish Because No One Cares
Are you selfless? Well, I've learned to care less. When I gave my all, when I dared, The truth hit hard - no one cared. I held on tight, to values and grace, But found myself lost, out of place. I poured out kindness, stayed so pure, Yet silence told me - nothing's sure.
By Adarsh Kumar Singhabout a year ago in Poets
The Light That lost its life
Death lay its icy hands on Siyana as she traced the reminiscence of her past. Glowing in the beauty of light, she was sunshine in every realm of her existence, with her touch she would heal and with her laugh, she would fill every soul with abundant zeal. Alas, every light that was blazed with radiance faces its plight. As she returned home, the love of her life smashed her head with a lamp, accused of shunning her chastity, in his rage he vowed to kill her. Thunder rambled across the city, hearing the sound as she looked out the window, looms of darkness surmounted their house, calling to the wind and announcing in the trumpets of air,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
