I can still remember,
some of how it felt. The newness of things. Each day being a sunny day of newness. Exploration of what’s all around you. Exciting!
I can still remember the thrill
of it all. The thrill fades overtime as life starts taking its toll, its shots at your body and soul. Survival mode takes over, as the realities of life sets in.
Years pass bloody and beaten now.
But a survivor of the gauntlet called life.
I can still remember some
of how it was to be young. Latest Aged Poems Clever verses on Life* Simple verses on Young
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I live in the Shire of New England, where I ponder.
I write this poem for my life, My love Which can never be mine She walks in style and her smile is fine But I know she will never be mine I stand alone in the rain Everytime I feel
It’s nights like these when I feel like an irony living within itself radiating love yet feeling unloved. It’s night like these when I can’t recognize what tomorrow holds or recall what yesterday held. I feel like an insect crawling
the first time I saw you I knew I’d love you forever because I knew I’d loved you before I was certain you’d haunt my days and swallow my nights you once seemed to love me back but you grew
Today, a man tried to kill me. He was arrested. The policeman already filled out a file. All he needed was my OK. I was OK. But I had nothing to complain. I was not even mad. Then they let
I longed for a love that I thought I would never find. Seeking this love from my parents; but they both were blind. See the kind of love I was looking for came from the four children I bared. They