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The third link is for the Mountain and Clouds background without the poem, in case you would like to print a different poem on this background. Is when my brothers had a couch and I had a chair... My grandpa's ranch, my favorite place in the world. On paying a visit to the home where I was born, the memories came flooding back. To the place where I am loved, where my loved ones all will go. To the place where I am loved, where I'll never be alone.
As a mother, I am both proud of her and afraid for her. I wrote this poem for her to keep with her, so that she will never feel alone. I also found that it really helped me to write it. Hopefully, it can do the same for those who honor me by reading it.
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It takes a great amount of vision to write long poems. Ted E Bare - This is certainly one of your most romantic emotional writes as it speaks to the heart and soul without confusion. Good luck in the contest and Happy New Year. Traci Michelle - Very good poem and THANK YOU for the comments to me...Love,light and peace to you... I am from my father's heart and my mother's love.... In all that time I was searching for that pot of gold.
And I'm very lonely but being faithful because of the love in my heart. And I write poems to occupy my mind. This is about the connections we have with our family/childhood home. I was born there, we grew up there, our father died there, we had many family gatherings there. I have known that house my whole life, visiting my parents, then just my Mother. Today after 63 years it has new owners, only the second family to occupy the house.
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I never wrote poems about Africa, and I really like the one I wrote, so please tell me what you think. At 93 years old, I have many sleepless nights, and I find comfort in remembering my childhood home on the farm. Having lived through an era of the greatest changes in history, I feel grateful to have witnessed it all. Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the Submit Poem form.
Kumar Nmn Kamalcome to me leaving day-light parul come to me conQuering all pride parul come to me flying high and high parul come to while... Tanya Miller "Liles"Sometimes I wonder where I would be, if It hadnt been for you. Im just mesmerized by all the things in my life that you do. Plinkyponk - I had goosbumps readingthis because parts of it sounded just like thoughts inside my own head.good read and so romanitc and emotional. CherryRain - A very sweet and loving tribute to your man.
The author shares sweet memories of growing up.
Aracelis Girmay's most recent book is the black maria . The recipient of a 2015 Whiting Award for poetry, she is the Writer-in-Residence at Pratt Institute and lives in Brooklyn. Richard GroffI love you, I need you, I want you and more I’ll show you all the wonders our God has in store I do enjoy honey and sugar is sweet But with love...
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly. I'm not obscuring anything by my poems and I don't hide anything away. This poem could be considered a lyrical autobiography of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s early years. He remembers his hometown and the boy he was many years ago. Even though he has grown, he can still feel like a child again by returning to his hometown of Portland, Maine . All his memories are tucked into the many places of the city.
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I left to find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Growing up poor and being shuffled from one foster home after another, I had dreamed of making it big somehow and moving away from my family. But I never really made it big, and I had found myself missing those that I love so dear. And I had realized that the "pot of gold" was actually the treasure of being with my family and friends. And would stay at grandma and grandpa's house all night. My daughter is about to leave to serve in Afghanistan.
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You may feel that that the home that you have established has fully become your real home. Macandrew - Most likely just me but I had trouble with the rhyming sequence with poem. I enjoyed the content and the feelings but could not get into a smooth reading rhythm. Enter our monthly contest for the chance to win cash prizes and gain recognition for your talent. ThatONEweirdChick - congrats on the HM! I enjoyed the imagery and the over all emotion of this write.
All too often we forget them in the hustle and bustle of our daily lives. But, as too often happens, a flag ... Its the same in every war, the same in all police actions, and even the same in anti-terrorist frays. If it were not for people like you we would not be the strongest military in the world and this country would not be free.
This is a short poem about home sweet home. When life is hard and you feel alone, the happiness, warmth and love felt at home can protect you from the cold harsh outdoors. CharlesAJohnson - Sometimes we forget the hardships our loved ones go through back home. The women in the movie "We Were Soldiers", bring the life of the loved to America's screen.
GizemWaking up wishing I didn’t, Getting off bed and taking a mint. All these things are being too much, The only thing I want is feeling your touch.... Come to me.Waking up wishing I didn’t, Getting off bed and taking a mint. I am in a long distance relationship and these words were soothing. I knew I wasn't alone and my boo is soon visiting sooo..they were timely. I can't wait to hug him tight.
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