A poem about the first of September It just seems to us. A day like every day. Nothing unusual is happening Nothing but I see some crowd. Lots of beautiful children. Lots of beautiful tufts. All in new sneakers. With new suits. Perfumed and combed. They are waiting in front of big buildings. Buildings with colorful walls. Colorful fences. With soccer fields. They are waiting to hear the first bell. The first school bell! A lot of worried parents are waiting with them. They…
Poem about a best friend He never ran away. He always faithfully waits in front of the store. He never got mad at me. Even if I leave him for the whole day with a neighbor. Always stands in front of me. He always comes to my defense when someone bigger comes along. He never got into a fight. Always wagging his tail. He always wants to play. No matter how hungry he is, He always waits patiently for his turn. He is not like the others. He likes cats. He is not like the others.…
Poem about loneliness I was born alone. I will die alone. Who knows what it's good for. It just has to. He was guided by those words. He didn't protest much. He didn't even try very hard. Whenever someone approached him, he was polite. But politely, he avoided it. He respected others. He did not approach them. And he sought understanding from them. I listened to his loneliness. I listened to why that was. It is not in human nature. I found out. I let my son approach him. I…
Poem about pride How proud are you? You've probably been in a situation where you have to choose to be proud. I'm so proud that I lost part of my work. I worked well. I worked without fail. I worked sometimes overtime. I worked for free. And today my pride worked. It worked and it doesn't leave me alone. I couldn't resist saying something. I know I shouldn't have. But it was stronger than me. My pride wouldn't allow me to remain silent. Someone else got my part of the job.…
Poem about confession I sit alone and think. I'm thinking if I should... I'm thinking who to... I'm thinking about how to confess. Is confession a must? Is confession a relief? Is confession a burden to someone to whom we confess? When should I say everything? When should I tell everything to someone there? If I confess, that means I'm admitting something. I have some questions. Some answers bother me. I am struggling! They usually confess to a priest. It's probably easier…
Poem about warrior ladies She didn't know anything about crypto. She didn't know anything about read.cash. And when she started, she still didn't know anything. She didn't talk about it. She didn't bother. She just stomped forward. Every day she wrote. She wrote and learned from her mistakes. Every comment, every error pointed out helped her. Every article was her victory. Victory, so great. She has a lot of subscribers now. Lots of subscribers who faithfully follow her…
Poem about sounds Every night, when everything goes quiet, when you hear your thoughts, a frenzy is going on in my head. Real madness! Madness of sounds. A normal person doesn't hear that. I, the musician, hear everything. Motorcycle from the street. A buzz of young people in front of the building. The door creaks. An out of tune piano. Wrong note on the violin. Baby cry. The sound of plates and pans. Arguing neighbor. The buzzing of a mosquito. Barking dogs. I started to…
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