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i chatter over stony ways in little sharps and trebles i buuble into eddying bays i babble on the pebbles
Priyasehgalias Rate This Poem 2 Reviews
     
In the sky,the sun set, even with the evening wet. What would the people say, With their faces full of gay, "What a winter evening!" The snow falls from the sky and the sweet birds fly. "How will be next morning?" all thought of thinking. Until Paul said it will be Winter Morning.
Bujjigadu Rate This Poem 1 Review
     
When the sweet birds are singing, My little heart is ringing. Here's the little dove, Which is the symbol of love. The nightingale compose carols, Which are measured in music barrels. This is our nature, Harmonic and joyful even in future...
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when ur in tension u will loose ur attention then u will be in total confusion and u will be overcoming with irritetion then might spoil ur precious relation ultimatly u wont get co-operation then u creat a complication.
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chcolate,chocolate i saw a dream of chocolate.i saw palace full of chocolate .the doors of cadbury,and some toffes on the tree. it was good to eat.i went in an pepermint gallery.there was phone of eclairs.when i go to garden of gems.there i found some flowers.And when i enter in cadyman world,And i found many friends.
Joty Rate This Poem 4 Reviews
     
the sun rose upon the right out of the sea came he still hid in mist and on the left went down into the sea and the good south wind still blew behind but no sweet bird did follow nor any day for food or pay came to the mariners hollo
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I have a little dolly Her name is polly She ate a little lolly And slept very jolly
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people,people everywhere,the rich and the poor the strong and the weak,the healthy and the sick,all are made by God.but the special people are the deaf and the dumb,the blind and the lame,the mentally challenged,and the handicapped.God loves them one and all, and we must love them too,for they are special people,and beautiful persons too.
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a friend s someone who does not compete wit u, someone who s genuninely happy for u,someone who tries 2 cheer u up when things go wrong,someone who supports u at all times.
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STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES, BUT WORDS CAN ALSO HURT ME. STONES AND STICKS BREAK ONLY SKIN, WHILE WORDS ARE GHOSTS THAT HAUNT ME. SLANT AND CURVED THE WORD - SWORDS FALL TO PIERCE AND STICK INSIDE ME. BATS AND BRICKS MAY ACHE THROUGH BONES, BUT WORDS CAN MORIFY ME. PAIN FROM WORDS HAS LEFT ITS SCAR ON MIND AND HEART THAT'S TENDER. CUTS AND BRUISES NOW HAVE HAELED IT'S WORD THAT I REMEMBER.
Neevu Rate This Poem 1 Review
     
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
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Prickly the Porcupine Was curled up in a ball, You wouldn’t know an animal Was lying there at all. He heard somebody calling And he tried to have a look, But found he couldn’t move his head – Poor Prickly was stuck! Instead of walking on his legs He had to roll along, And tried to find his mummy To tell her what was wrong. Now as his head was tucked away He couldn’t see at all But just kept right on rolling Like a spiky little ball. Against a hollow beech tree He came at last to rest, Quite startling a woodpecker Who there had made its nest. The bird flew down to Prickly To see what he could do, And tried to get him unrolled In the only way he knew. His clever beak pecked sharply At the joining he could see, Till Prickly uncurled again – Relieved that he was free. He thanked the kindly woodpecker And once more feeling fine, He scuttled home to mummy – Now a happy porcupine!
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INDIA V/S PAKISTAN When umpire calls for the toss, Then Dohni becomes the real boss. When Sachin comes to bat, Then Shoaib goes mad. When Yuvraj hits six, Then Sami gets sick. When the bails off like winda Then people say"chak de India" When Saurav lifts the ball out, Then the crowd goes on to shout. When Dravid takes the catch, Then India wins the match. When Kumble takes wicket, Then whale Pakistan suffers from rickets. When Sreesanth takes the winning catch, The Pakistan looses the match. And if you don't beleiveit to be true. Then ask a blindman,he saw it too.
Sailom Rate This Poem 1 Review
     
"I asked for strength... And God gave me difficulties to make me strong I asked for wisdom... And God gave me Failures to learn from I asked for confidence... And God gave me obsticles to be overcome I asked for growth... And God gave me opposition so that i could struggle hard I asked for opportunities And God gave me problems to be solved I received nothing I wanted... but,yet I received everything ,I needed!" Thank you God
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Live and Let live From morn till night ne happy and bright, Like twinkling stars with calm delight, Like the rising sun asymbol of might, That silvery moon so pure and white! From morn till night be happy and bright, Like the unbound sky and a gliding kite, Like mountain peaks at perilous height, Like the fall of spring such a lovely sight! From morn till night be happy and bright, Like cheerful flowers with thorns inspite, Like fruits of tree with a juicy bite, With careless birds on a tireless fight! From morn till night be happy and bright, Like a gallant knight at the battle sight, Like rails of a track who never would fight, Like the busiest road where left is right!!
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Music,music everywhere.when i go here and there.Music,music here and there, everywhere.I'ts fun to write,listen,play or sing music.
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A BROTHERS Love Is One of a kind no one ELSE can KNOW,for he is someone who shares SORROWS that none can UNDERSTAND and is a lifelong gift of JOY...........
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INDIA INDIA IS MY COUNTRY, HER MOUNTAINS AND SEAS ARE MY BOUNDARY. INDIA NEEDS NO KINGS OR QUEENS, INDIA IS FULL OF GREENS. THIS COUNTRY NEEDS A LOT OF LOVE, THIS COUNTRY IS AS SWEET AS A DOVE. THIS COUNTRY IS OUR OWN MOTHER EARTH WHICH GAVE ALL OF US BIRTH
Achu97 Rate This Poem 1 Review
     
Its raining Its boaring the old man is snoaring he went to bed after ten he bumps his head on the bed and came trumbling down the stairs!!
Juan Rate This Poem  Reviews
     
freindship is like a beautifull bird if you catch tightly it dies if you catch it loosely then it flies if catch affectionately it remains with you for ever
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