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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...
I write romantic love poetry cherished by people everywhere. Did you enjoy the the artible “Come Home To Me” from Randy McClave on OZOFE.COM? Do you know anyone who could enjoy it as much as you do? If so, don't hesitate to share this post to them and your other beloved ones. Yarta - it felt like a story, poetically entwine .
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It feels odd knowing I'll never return. "Home is the place when you go there, they have to take you in." In western society, most people move away from their family of origin. In spite of this fact, it is good to know that the home of your youth is still there. It is nice to know that our parents are still living there, and that your bedroom is just as you left it. This provides a certain of stability as you struggle to build your own house and home. Eventually it is likely that your parents will sell the family home and begin their retirement years.
This poem has risen my emotions, i have shed tears as i scrolled down the lines. However thank you for reminding me of my fallen soldier brother, Simbwa, who died of multiple injuries just after victory in our war. Lia CalanceaPlease, my granny, come here Too afflicted is the wind outside I am sad because you’re not near The Sun emanates no more light.
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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.
It shows great love and devotion. The song "I am sailing" comes to mind while reading this one. Entangled in the bed sheets underneath the moonlight. We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe. One link is for the poem with the Mountain and Clouds background as shown above. The second is for the poem with a plain white background.
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This poem has a strong sense of structure with the repetition of the last two lines of each stanza. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Henry LawsonOn a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils 'neath the sky's glassy dome, ... Edward Harrington'We answered to the call to arms, unquestioning and blind, We trusted to the promises of those we left behind. We gave our lives ungrudgingly. Mick ReidI'm waiting for your love to come to me from way over the great big blue sea it will ride the cotton clouds in the sky amongst the sparkling stars up...
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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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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Ugrade to Premium Membership to feature this review at the top of your content and also on listings across the site. Flowing back home to the rapture of our heart-centered love. Hi, my name is Leandre Nsabi! I was just Googling poems, and I read some poems about Africa. I really liked them, and I was born in the middle of Africa.
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.
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.
JaydensNanas - Well you are very welcome!!!! This is a poem I wrote at the age of 10... It was one of my very first poems and it inspired me to write more... When I grow up I want to write books of poetry and a book about my life. In this poem I talk about my life (as a fifth grader... when I was ten) and the way I live it.... So go ahead and take a minute to read it.
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.
Good luck in my twins contest. The spirit of our family relationship can affect our whole life. When that family spirit is present, we have strength, we come together in times of need, we love and support each other. It is not just a house individuals share; it is a home we built, one memory at a time.
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