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2007-08-13 15:25:51 · 10 answers · asked by john 2 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

10 answers

From a tiny seed I grew from you,

Tiny bubbles we never blew.

Choices you had to figure out,

The emotions from within you cast about.

To choose me to keep,

A pain you reap.

A choice at life you have give

Each heavy step it's hard to live.

Thoughts of me at a young ten years,

Your eyes they cry so many of tears.

Cry not for me

Because you see,

So much stronger I might not be.

Your child at birth.

I roam the earth.

Search high and low I do for you

Over my shoulder a kiss I blew.

Grown up now and on my own

My chance with you has not been blown.

First glance my eyes they make your way

Oh Mother dear I'm here to stay.

2007-08-16 06:36:33 · answer #1 · answered by srishti m 3 · 0 0

Choices

When we are young we have no voice,
No way to speak our mind,
And parents always make the choice,
They think they're being kind,

And so we grow dependent on,
What others say to do,
From sunlight’s breaking at the dawn,
It’s always done for you,

And then we’re ready to be free,
To make our own life’s choices,
We shout out loud to "let us be!",
With brave but youthful voices,

And then the joker plays his ace,
And hopes come tumbling down,
What happened to that brave young face,
That’s laden with a frown,

Ah, when you ask for sound advice,
You only shift the load,
And you must find your own device,
To follow your own road,

You cannot grow by another’s hand,
You must plant your own seed,
And if in this you understand,
You’ll never be in need,

For life is just a place you see,
Where we can try our best,
And making choices is how we,
Will try to pass life's test,

And who can tell if a choice is good,
Or if it turns out bad,
For if you make it as you should,
It’s the only choice you had,

Remember this about advice,
And keep it close to heart:
Although it tries to be real nice,
It tears a soul apart.


Kevin Sorbello

2007-08-14 18:00:22 · answer #2 · answered by Kevin S 7 · 1 0

Life is full of choices
Make sure you pick the right one
Don't listen to the voices
Hear only yours and you have won

Many people will tell you
You need to change your looks
Don't take to heart their view
Fabulous bods are found only in books

There is only one voice
That you should listen to
It will help make the right choice
That is perfect just for you

Your looks are your own
Someone will always love you
You will never be alone
Look in the mirror and you'll see who

2007-08-13 18:20:57 · answer #3 · answered by Divya K 4 · 0 0

I got up this morning.

That's it nothing more. For real this time.

I got up this morning
Couldn't stand
Couldn't do it this time.

Forced to see your face
I yell at you why do you do the things you do.
The mirror is not as kind as I would like it to be.

Take my shower and sing mary had a little lamb.
Keeps my mind off the hate I get.
Keeps my mind off the empolyment.
Keeps me away from you.

Opening further in self-denial.
Can't have the kid can't have the kid.
Should have thought about six weeks ago.
Another trimester past.

I'm not smart enough to have this kid.
I'm still a kid.

I wanna leave this school for good.
I wanna leave this town for good.
But you're the one that left me for good.
Alone with baby.

2007-08-13 22:25:07 · answer #4 · answered by Anthony M 3 · 0 0

Why do we choose to live or die?
In the end we all must try,
To live the best we can each day,
And try to better ourselves in every way,
Seize the day before it's too late,
And live each day by trusting in Fate,
You can do it just believe,
And in the end great accomplishments you'll receive,
These are the choices we have to make,
And the chances we'll have to take.


enjoy. it was a written-on-the-spot kinda poem.

2007-08-14 00:56:42 · answer #5 · answered by vixen 2 · 0 0

i wake up in the morning i take a shower put on my clothes. Do i go to to school i don't know

well i guess ill go. Should i go late to first period, no i need to go early even if i hate it there. Should i work or

should i just lay there, well i will so my grades can fare. Should i joke around; no i should work leave that for clowns.

I'm going to wait for the bell to ring so then i can leave. Then it rings, so I remember which books i got to retrieve.

So i go home eat then sleep, Then i wake up to do the same routine.

2007-08-13 18:08:35 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Heading the east ,was a fun,
got myself in trouble by a gun,
nowhere is to be found ,
life cannot be rebound.
All troubles and sorrows may be faded,
choices that i made are hated .

Well not much of a poet Ha!

2007-08-13 18:21:03 · answer #7 · answered by Sikandar A 3 · 0 0

john, well done in eliciting literary and creative poems from us.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
how i wonder what you are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky.

2007-08-13 18:27:22 · answer #8 · answered by jimmybond 6 · 1 0

life's offering,,,,,
..is but an empty glass.
with what it is filled,,,,
good or bad,,is destine to last.

d.

2007-08-13 18:17:42 · answer #9 · answered by dorian 3 · 0 0

were all different
were all equal


lets see if anyone can add to this?

2007-08-13 15:29:44 · answer #10 · answered by David D 1 · 0 1

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