Poetry is the one beautiful way to express your feelings. A poet pen down his all feelings, state of mind and life episodes in poetry. The people who cant express their feelings to their family, friends and other people that kind of people have magic in their words. The writings of these people are magical. Poetry is a big subject . Poetry is all about life, how we live, how we survive, how we enjoy. Poetry is about one's magical life, dreams, feelings, heart breakdowns and hardships. Poetry is the world in itself which may have everything birth, relationships, love, success, breakdowns, happiness, melancholy and death.. Poetry is the way to tell how one view the world. Poetry is what one feels, what one survives in their life. It includes tales of friendship and romance.
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Here hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands waould also push me, though not down or in harm's way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just to what i say.
Her handsn sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew i could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
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This Poem is all about mothers love how a mother showers love on her child from child's first breath. A mother guide whenever the child have to take any step in the life. The mother is the one who heals the wounds and comforts the hurts. Mother is the one who always do her best to make the child successful. Mother shapens the child and make the child of better version. She is one who praise, love and sacrifice the way no one can does.
Golden, crisp leaves falling softly from almost bare trees,
Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze.
Slowly dropping to the soft cushioned ground,
Whispering and rustling a soothing sound.
Coppers, golds and rusted tones,
Mother Nature's way of letting go.
They fall and gather one by one,
Autumn is here. summer has done
Crunching as i walk through their warm, fiery glow,
Nature,s carpet rich and pure that again shall grow.
To protect and shield its majestic tree,
Standing tall and strong for the world to see.
They rise and fall in the cool, crisp air.
It's a time of change in this world we share,
Nature's importance reflecting our own live,
Letting go of our fears and again, too, we shall thrive.
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This piece is about the beauty of autumn season. Leaves fall from the trees and slowly drop to the ground with the whispering sound. Leaves will grow again and will protect its tree. So that it will stand strong for the world. The leaves will grow and fall again in the cool air. Nature actually reflects our life that the times changes. Time can never be the same always.
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Check out the new blog Collection of poems.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Here hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands waould also push me, though not down or in harm's way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just to what i say.
Her handsn sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew i could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
----
This Poem is all about mothers love how a mother showers love on her child from child's first breath. A mother guide whenever the child have to take any step in the life. The mother is the one who heals the wounds and comforts the hurts. Mother is the one who always do her best to make the child successful. Mother shapens the child and make the child of better version. She is one who praise, love and sacrifice the way no one can does.
Golden, crisp leaves falling softly from almost bare trees,
Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze.
Slowly dropping to the soft cushioned ground,
Whispering and rustling a soothing sound.
Coppers, golds and rusted tones,
Mother Nature's way of letting go.
They fall and gather one by one,
Autumn is here. summer has done
Crunching as i walk through their warm, fiery glow,
Nature,s carpet rich and pure that again shall grow.
To protect and shield its majestic tree,
Standing tall and strong for the world to see.
They rise and fall in the cool, crisp air.
It's a time of change in this world we share,
Nature's importance reflecting our own live,
Letting go of our fears and again, too, we shall thrive.
----
This piece is about the beauty of autumn season. Leaves fall from the trees and slowly drop to the ground with the whispering sound. Leaves will grow again and will protect its tree. So that it will stand strong for the world. The leaves will grow and fall again in the cool air. Nature actually reflects our life that the times changes. Time can never be the same always.
----
Check out the new blog Collection of poems.
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