Ornaments and lights decorate trees Traditions that we've made this to be Presents are generous, but to be alive
Is the gift that continues to give Because your presence Is a present
Focus energy not on tensions Or frustrations, but realizing Appreciations for each lesson Blessing, and silver lining
For Christmas cheer, is to be kind To unite love like peace signs And as we celebrate his birthday To keep the good faith in mind.
I wrote this poem in honor of Christmas, last year. It's my first Christmas poem that I can remember dedicating to the holiday. I had also written a song about Christmas, but I'm pretty sure this was my first poem about it. I hope you find something to like. ^^
This year I hope you will... Read the best book of your life. Be kissed by someone who thinks you are wonderful. Enjoy the peace of sitting outside on a beautiful day. Make or find great music. Visit somewhere you've never been. Have days when you are neither haunted by the past nor worried about the future. Purchase a product that lives up to the advertisement. Feel the warmth from a genuine compliment. Accomplish something important only to you. Discover a great new restaurant. Laugh out loud at an unexpected joke. And finally... Have a year of health, wealth and peace.
She wore a mask to hide her personality It took her lovers heart to unlock her true beauty Behind the mask, she was who she thought she wanted to be Running away from her reality Just so she could feel free Behind the mask she cropped and edited herself Only to end up losing her true self Her value laid in the mouths of insecure men Calling her names with no substance Social pages full of likes and compliments They desired the image she painted of herself Never acknowledging that she had a personality But He loved her so much that he took away her mask Now she smiles a smile so beautiful it can make pain leave the broken heart She is her and she is you when you found you
An almost ancient Korean woman once repaid my kindness by pointing at me and, in broken English, solemnly reciting these words: "Grandparents die; parents die you die." As anger reddened the faces of my friends, I motioned for them to relax. Being familiar with her culture, I understood the meaning of this seeming curse. The old woman had intended it as a kind of prayer-- that parents in my family should never know the profoundly bitter sorrow of outliving their own children. I bowed my head in thanks.
"Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play." said John Lennon in his song and my love to me a long time ago. I believe its better if "when we love someone, we do so unconditionaly, without any expectations in riddles or fill in the blank games on a cold computer screen -maleffic- mirror- button- pushing disaster!
Nothing beats the face to face embrace a hug and a passionate kiss an " I love you" of a true love lost and~~~~? ~~~~~~