Far too lovely you are (Strambotto Siciliano)
Far too lovely you are, in mortality
bound to life, as woman in the fullest sense,
yet under the burden of death's finality,
still love blooms with a power that is intense
even when in its fullest strength mere destiny
makes human effort to some incompetence,
in this late summer of our lives we are free
from every dark stark lifeless consequence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pretty or Beautiful?
As I step onto the scale I wait for it to read my weight.115.
'What am I going to do I am still fat.
My family says that I am pretty but my boyfriend says that I am beautiful.
Which one am me? Pretty or beautiful?
I hear my mother saying 'come down for breakfast.'
I call to my mother 'one minute.'
I stare into the mirror and I don't see what my family sees.
I see my boyfriends point of view; beautiful.
The prettiest long brown hair and dark, hazel - green eyes
and perfect white teeth.
I see a young woman who’s ready to live her life to the fullest.
I see a woman who loves to help children in their day - to - day lives.
I see a woman who’s going to succeed in whatever she believes
it is right or wrong.
I see a woman who will help adoption agencies, shelters
and the homeless.
I see a woman who will believe in everyone around her and who
will motivate those who need motivating and help them succeed.
I see a woman who can do anything that is put in her way and who
will get it done right the first time.
I am that woman, of success.
I am that woman of motivating people and challenging them to
do the right thing.
I am a woman of faith of love and of beauty.
I am a woman who is ready to live her life to the fullest.
I am me!
poem by Shannon Monroe
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There are thousands that act both selfless and brave
There are thousands that act both selfless and brave,
some feel the planet's agony as they love beyond death,
others labour for what is right and good in what they sense
but with great incompetence man lives his mortal life,
some look as visionaries at a world beyond mere sight,
others dwell in the wonders of human form and grace
and in all of this we dwell in the darkest kind of night,
while we live, laugh and cry as members of the human race
and yet there is loveliness in what we experience,
in what we see and act upon and feel at times
as we hope and love and are caught in passion,
as if mere man was destined for something much more.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dying Wrong
Death is something we fear but know nothing about
We live our life surrounded by rules
Anything we do wrong is frowned upon
Why live in fear earily if we mostly die late?
'Live life to the fullest'
And the fullest is the most fun
And the most fun is mostly wrong
Should we die in the wrong?
Or should we die in the right?
Who cares if I die in the wrong its my life
poem by Reed Dietiker
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Life Goes On
Life goes on with or with out you,
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a bird to fly away from this mess,
When we all die life goes on its like a cycle you can not break,
Life is a precious gift of them all some treasures it and some abuse it,
Some live life to the fullest,
Some commit suicide,
Some die to drunk driving,
There is all kinds of way to die,
When we die our soul lives on,
Life is something we all need to treasure cause you’ll never know when your life ends,
Always remember to treasure your life and always live your life to the fullest and treasure your friends and loved ones.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Living Life To The Fullest
Indeed it's fun
living life to the fullest
especially with friends
that you know are the coolest
Going out to party
on a friday night
thoe your priority is education
for the future is bright
Living life to the fullest
living life to the edge
stepping out to take pictures
from a windows ledge
Waking up in the morning
and feeling great
going shopping on the town
with your coolest mate
Living life to the fullest
indeed it's fun
hanging out with the coolest
till the morning sun.
Charlie Vergara
09.15.2010
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poem by White Tiger
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The Proverbs 31 Woman
The Proverbs 31 Woman
She's a woman who fears the Lord
Gets up before daylight
Preparing food for her family
A hard worker, she knows the value
Of everything she makes
Very focused in everything she does
She knows very well
That her family will be blessed
With the fruits of her labor
A passionate lover of God
Adored by her husband
Whose beauty comes from within
And her unfading beauty of a gentle and quite spirit
She makes it a point
To remind everybody
That life is beautiful
And to enjoy each day to the fullest
She deserves the respect of everyone
She deserves the love and devotion from me
And i thank God for giving me a Proverbs 31 woman
in my life..my late Mother
Thank you for the read and leaving your nice heart print.
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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The happiness that is genuinely satisfying is accompanied by the fullest exercise of our faculties and the fullest realization of the world in which we live.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Tomorrow may never come
Life's changing every moment
Life is now a shade
Life is now sunshine
Every moment on earth
Live life to the fullest
Whatever time you have is yours
For tomorrow might never come
Life's changing every moment
Life is now a shade
Life is now sunshine
Every moment on earth
Live life to the fullest
Whatever time you have is yours
For tomorrow might never come
Someone to love you with all his heart
Is difficult to come by
Should there be someone like that
He's the one for you, be sure
His hand you must take
For all you know
Tomorrow might never be
Every moment on earth
Live life to the fullest
Whatever time you have is yours
For tomorrow might never come
In the realm of your eyes
Should someone get close to you
Try a million times to control your crazy heart
But it shall continue to beat wildly
But think it over
This is the moment
This legend
Might not exist tomorrow
Life's changing every moment
Life is now a shade
Life is now sunshine
Every moment on earth
Live life to the fullest
Whatever time you have is yours
For tomorrow might never come
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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Life is the will to power; our natural desire to dominate and reshape the world to fit our own preferences and assert our personal strength to the fullest degree.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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What Is Pain
What is pain but rejoice leading towards death, we live our lives, some good, some bad, troubled times, and untroubled past, we live and love, we love and live, but for some of us, we may live to love, but we dont love to live, some of us, misjudged by fate, unrightly charged, unrightful hate, some of us, we flow with time, some of us, we get bound by it, some of us we live life to its fullest, the rest of us, live life to its darkest... few of us survive, thrust into darkness we live, never to see light again, not because we hate the light, but because the light hates us, with few of us remaining, were forced to live on.... but some of us that remain, wish to die on, we live in this place, shadowed from light, in our dark shells we are safe, but sometimes someone dares to pierce us with their light, for moments we rejoice in the love of the warmth, but moments later the truth is revieled, always given a taste of the light, but never able to swallow, never able to keep it inside, we weep with the darkness, cast out by the light, we hate the light... for it pierces our night....
poem by Cameron Kalka
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I want you to live on
I want you to forget me not
when I am gone
and when this life
leaves me and death
takes me away,
I want you to live on
like you did yesterday.
If you fill your heart
with sadness and cry every day
there will be no place
for gladness
and all that will be left of me,
will be pain and tragedy.
If you live life to its fullest
and love again
and find pleasure
in every thing,
I will be a sweet memory
and you will set my spirit free.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Human Existence On Earth
How do you define human existence on earth?
Some say our life on earth is like a journey
The journey begins from the day we are born
And terminates the day we die
Others say that our life is a school
We start learning from the day we are born
Everyday of our life on earth
There is always something new to learn
The schooling ends the day we die
Few compare our life on earth to the sun
Our sunrise is the day we are born
While our sun sets on the day we die
Our life can also be likened to a flower
The flower is planted the day we are born
As we grow up, our flower germinates
When we reach middle-age
Our flower blooms and sparkles
After we retire, our flower fades away
Life of humans can also be equated to the four seasons
The spring covers birth to adolescent years
Summer of our life begins from adolescent to middle-age
While fall season starts from middle-age to retirement
The winter of our life will be from retirement to death
Another analogy is to liken human existence on earth
To the waxing and waning of the moon
From our birth to the time we retire from active service
Can be compared to waxing of the new moon to full moon
While our life from retirement to our death
Can be associated with the waning of full moon to new moon
Whatever may be your own analysis of life?
Always live everyday to the fullest
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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An art of living
There is so particular about human
It does not concern mainly about woman or man
It is about how much you can obtain or can?
How much friendship or create the fans?
Nothing to feel bad or good
It is nourishment and food
It makes life so perfect
There is no hesitation to act
We live in all states
Never foolishly act or hesitate
Don’t cnsider it merely it as fate
Though we may act very late
Why are we here?
How we go there?
To meet Him empty handed
When as crminals branded?
So much to offer and so much to grasp
Using common sense to act as sharp
Breath here not as living animal
Spend the life as ordinary human
So much to feel and so much to miss
Not to think and unnecessarily guess
Surrender to thy and simply face
Gather the strength and boldly brace
Live the life as you love or wish
Swim in pond like small fish
It is limited but lovely field
Try to offer refuge and shield
We need not to prove might or strength
We have to accommodate and go to any length
It is purely sympathy and gratitude
Nice behavior and examplery attitude
God is kind and meriful
Let us not act as fool
Let us not play as part or tool
Life teaches us lessons as in school
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At First. To Charlotte Cushman.
My crippled sense fares bow'd along
His uncompanioned way,
And wronged by death pays life with wrong
And I wake by night and dream by day.
And the Morning seems but fatigued Night
That hath wept his visage pale,
And the healthy mark 'twixt dark and light
In sickly sameness out doth fail.
And the woods stare strange, and the wind is dumb,
-- O Wind, pray talk again --
And the Hand of the Frost spreads stark and numb
As Death's on the deadened window-pane.
Still dumb, thou Wind, old voluble friend?
And the middle of the day is cold,
And the heart of eve beats lax i' the end
As a legend's climax poorly told.
Oh vain the up-straining of the hands
In the chamber late at night,
Oh vain the complainings, the hot demands,
The prayers for a sound, the tears for a sight.
No word from over the starry line,
No motion felt in the dark,
And never a day gives ever a sign
Or a dream sets seal with palpable mark.
And O my God, how slight it were,
How nothing, thou All! to thee,
That a kiss or a whisper might fall from her
Down by the way of Time to me:
Or some least grace of the body of love,
-- Mere wafture of floating-by,
Mere sense of unseen smiling above,
Mere hint sincere of a large blue eye,
Mere dim receipt of sad delight
From Nearness warm in the air,
What time with the passing of the night
She also passed, somehow, somewhere.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Life Or Death
what is life without death
what is death without life
people comes from the big blue sky
people fly up high when they die
their familys start to cry
life is cold
to the bold
want to turn in to gold
but life is getting old
death is black
like a black cat
hard to know when death is coming
but death is coming
so live your life to the fullest
and to the goodest
cause soon death will knocking at your door
so you would just be laying in your death bed
with nothing to say
with one thing in your head
is this LIFE or DEATH
poem by Demarcus Walker
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Power is?
Power is love and strength
Showered on others at any length
Power is a woman
Standing delicately like a flower
Power is intelligence
Without pretence that is so intense
Power is knowledge
We all acknowledge
As politicians take the oath and pledge
Along comes the usual greed
With the desire to feed
On weaknesses with speed
So careful, take heed!
Before you dry up and bleed
Power knows no friends
Powers shows and sends
A message of uneven ends
Power is spoken words
When battles and wars are won
Without the need of the gun
Power is the human touch
That soothes the heart so much
While we observe, stand and watch
But on the whole
Power is control
Its one and only ultimate goal!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Stark
All matter and existence
build from the concept of quark
Stark
Everything you need for life
Fits on one Arc
Stark
A misty graveyard with just
the song of the Lark
Stark
The raving madness that takes hold
and makes you bark
Stark
The cutting bluntness
of a succinct remark
Stark
Barren, the searing desert.
I fight the urge to disembark
Stark
A broken mind, in the shade
of depression, so dark
Stark
A winters morn alone
on a bench in an empty park
Stark
poem by Stevie Taite
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Stark (5,3,1 structure for Gulsher: -)
All matter that existence here
constructed of quark?
Stark
Everything you need for life
Fits one arc?
Stark
A misty graveyard with only
Song of Lark
Stark
Raving madness that takes hold
Makes you bark
Stark
Cutting bluntness of succinct remark
Stalks like shark
Stark
Barron, the searing hot desert
Must not disembark
Stark
Broken mind, shades
under depression
So very dark
Stark
Winters morn sitting on bench
In empty park
Stark
poem by Stevie Taite
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Smile For Love To Life
'what makes you smile everyday? ',
question that i heard everytime i passed by,
i smile when i see sky and moon,
i smile when it's raining,
i smile even when i'm under hot sun.
'why? ',
same question again,
i smile when i'm tired,
i smile when i'm depressed,
i smile even if i'm sad.
'why',
and again,
i smile when i see kids playing,
i smile when i see couples holding hands,
i smile when i see people laughing happily,
'why did you smile everyday? ',
this time i give the answer,
i smile because i'm glad of what god have gives us,
i smile because i don't want to feel down,
i smile because i love the fact that human lives better
if there is someone to love and be loved,
i quickly smile at everything, for fear of having to cry
because i want to live my life to the fullest
and not having regrets in future
for the beautiful things i've missed in this world..
Life and Death, How Ironic
Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.
poem by Janice Karp
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