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Rain, rain, go away.
I should not fear it, but it's inevitable, The image of I standing with my brand that has reached beyond my expectations The less I believe the more it becomes debatable.
Here is inland pride, And given bonks on the head, What is important?
I'm afraid of heights, but that's not all. There are no ropes in case I fall. Now that I'm an adult it seems, the only escape from anxiety is in my dreams. I would love to wake up one day,
Oh how I could certainly tellThe wildest of talesOf attempts triedAnd those that failed Of the screech…Of the song,Of the melody thusWhat came nextOf ambition and lust
The thought that counts I hold this dear Regardless the gift The intent is clear Loving someone, has no price It's unconditional
All-powerful and mighty one, you sit so highly on your throne. authoritative over each beat, each flow. Oh king forever, you are the river of life, sustaining each cell, each breath, each pulse. Oh yes
Everybody likes to Win. Everyone like the Glory. But it’s ok to lose too. By losing you learn an important trait, Humility
"Anger, Wisdom, Regret, Pain, They think my life is just a game I can't stand another minute But if I fold now I'll be defeated Their torture stings like a thousand knives But I can't trust these awful lies
Kindness should be easy, love should have no end. Forgiveness should be effortless especially to a friend. Good should be our moral guide Faith should concur fear Integrity should be infinite
Today, I walked in your shoes, I walked a mile It was unpleasant, for all the memories you shared I wondered at the weight, a heavy burden to bear
What is greatness?Is it love?
Please scorn not the poet For the rhymes too slanted, For syllables miscounted, For content hard to read. Did our history keep Shakespeare’s first love sonnet? Virgil’s practice poems?
(Based on a dream I once had) Darkness, sustained darkness. Silence at first as well, but that doesn't last as long.
Sitting alone on the grass late one night Admiring the starry sky shining so bright I could not help but be in awe of my God Who created the heavens and man out of sod
To my fellow children of light
Better practice humility. That is what I would change. Every person that you meet in this life knows something that you don't; learn from them. Be willing to acknowledge
It' ok to cry you learn to smile a little harder
I'm a humble person, Which means I like to serve others So when I see you crying on the street, Nothing is about me. I wanna serve Rather than be served
The triumph of the meek will beLoud. Crowds of complex hearts pulledOut of dying chests, vests of steel thrown off, meltedDown and welded into cymbals and trombones.The groans and creaks of grief will cease;
The partridge swings happily in the tree, For some reason it cannot see, The death day is drawing near, And the partridge doesn't show fear, A cat awaits from afar,
Your words sound as sweet as the morning dew and yet thy words play with my gentle heart too innocent to unveil what flew through thy humbling failures cast us apart A small bird I am doth sing my tune
Father give me the humble things Take away my pride For I am Your child Lord And a part of Your Bride. And pride has no place here. Give me no duty that would exalt me high No poem for people to view me by
Lord grant me all the humble things The silly little humble things, The things that no one else will see And no one else will do. Give me the least of these And help, I humbly beg please
Sitting in class, I am the last To leave the room. Taking my test (I know I'm best) Mustn't assume Perfection's mine (I'm doing fine, Savoring now Knowing all things)
Humility is a precious infant that requires attention in order to thrive. Upon first encounter, it is fair and sweet, Its innocence and naivety, charming. Over an extended period, the adorable quality falters;
Strength is being weak, but continuing to walk. It’s carrying on when everyone says you don’t have to. It’s stepping up to the plate, standing up to the man, and buckling down when times get rough.
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To have humility is to think less Of ourselves ‘cause we are God’s creation Red, yellow, black, white, tell that to the press For the races received much damnation. Injustice is still there we need prayers
The mountains high, The oceans wide, Reduce the feelings Of our pride.
When we climb off that pedestal that we so often erect in our honor... When we pause to consider the convictions of those around us even when they conflict with our own...