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I was inspired by the thought of changing the cliche: "Better late than never." to a better adage.
Better late than never
Better late than never
is never better
than never late is better
May you rest never
until you are late never
so your life will be better
forever.
View this entryI love to read about Greek Mythology and I came across the Olympians, once again, and decided to write about the different goddesses by using them as a comparison to the women that walks...
walk the feet of a remarkable breed.
everlasting greed.
View this entryMy wife
Cut so deep nothing comes out ur arm.
What happened to all his laughter and all his charm?
Voices that never end....
Fight to the death but they never bend.
They talk bad and put him down.
No wonder...
View this entrymaybe other persons in this country sensitive to the setback and forward of clocks, which twice yearly adjustments find me offset and internally awry.
this only lasts a day or two, but mindfulness and...
Hour two hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over sans yesteryear doth...
View this entryI am purposefully and wonderfully made in God
When you look at a work of Art, many of times it makes no sense
But you are drawn to it; it makes you feel things you can’t...
I am work of Art
Many walk this earth seeking purpose
Trying to make sense of who they are
The moment of my birth my purpose was revealed
Every bone that was broken
Every time the physician operated on...
View this entryA love of Tea
Its Time for a BRUU A shrub has matured, acidic earth at the base. Evergreen growing with sun on its face. A journey so long, plucked with craft. With finger and...
View this entryIt is the hand
that holds me
it is the hand
i touch
it is the hand
that calms me
it is the hand
i love
View this entryBring our girls back
The Minds of Kidnapped Nigerian Girls
Why Mr. Why must you take me from my family?
Why mist you kidnap me from my school?
Why must you want to sell me in the market as a slave?
Why...
View this entryRead new poems from up and coming amateur poets
Amateur poets can add their work to our poetry chart including the poem, images which represent what the poem is about and even videos of the poem being delivered as intended. We have all the fresh new talent from the poetry world and we promote The Talent Bank to publishers and magazines who may just get in touch to publish some of your poetry.