"generousness" poems - Hello Poetry

I broke down once again , in the middle of my journey, The tears on my face , do they really seem to be funny? I scream on my mother , call my father a ****** I m really sorry daddy for opening my mouth. I go crazy on my failures , i can't bear them anymore, I don't want my parents to fight and my little brother to sore. I just hate myself for breaking their precious dreams, Sorry mama , i couldn't get you anything , but just tears and screams. How do parents manage to love thier children and never negotiate? Those children who think that their parents are their worst fate. My mother She wakes up in the morning works up until late. She washes up the dishes regardless of the date, I never see her complaining about the pain that I give her. She always motivates me and never scolds for my failures, My father He works day and night for us , so that we can have fancy meals, He used to give me what i wished, a kiss was all he asked from me, I couldn't do at that time and now regret upon those deals, I can't describe his generousness in words , i feel afraid god might curse me. As I feel myself broken and everytime I sigh, I sob upon my father's shoulder or sleep on my mother's thigh. I don't know why they love me the way that I be, Are they tied towards relations? Or its their unconditional love towards me? I have seen two of the best people in my life, And I wish they stay safe, happy here after cuz now, They are free from their toughest phase, I am sorry I couldn't do , what you wished for, I worked hard completely ,but i can't manage to hurt u anymore. God give them all the happiness and their life's best days, Give them someone who can manage to be worthy of their praise.

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Aug 7, 2019

Aug 7, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC

Vraj_thakkar

The best gifts of god

I broke down once again , in the middle of my journey, The tears on my face , do they really seem to be funny? I scream on my mother , call my father a ****** I m really sorry daddy for opening my mouth. I go crazy on my failures , i can't bear them anymore, I don't want my parents to fight and my little brother to sore. I just hate myself for breaking their precious dreams, Sorry mama , i couldn't get you anything , but just tears and screams. How do parents manage to love thier children and never negotiate? Those children who think that their parents are their worst fate. My mother She wakes up in the morning works up until late. She washes up the dishes regardless of the date, I never see her complaining about the pain that I give her. She always motivates me and never scolds for my failures, My father He works day and night for us , so that we can have fancy meals, He used to give me what i wished, a kiss was all he asked from me, I couldn't do at that time and now regret upon those deals, I can't describe his generousness in words , i feel afraid god might curse me. As I feel myself broken and everytime I sigh, I sob upon my father's shoulder or sleep on my mother's thigh. I don't know why they love me the way that I be, Are they tied towards relations? Or its their unconditional love towards me? I have seen two of the best people in my life, And I wish they stay safe, happy here after cuz now, They are free from their toughest phase, I am sorry I couldn't do , what you wished for, I worked hard completely ,but i can't manage to hurt u anymore. God give them all the happiness and their life's best days, Give them someone who can manage to be worthy of their praise.

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Her Grace Flows Freely by Michael R. Burch July 7, 2007 Her love is always chaste, and pure. This I vow. This I aver. If she shows me her grace, I will honor her. This I vow. This I aver. Her grace flows freely, like her hair. This I vow. This I aver. For her generousness, I would worship her. This I vow. This I aver. I will not **** her for what I bear This I vow. This I aver. like a most precious incense–desire for her, This I vow. This I aver. nor call her ***** where I seek to repair. This I vow. This I aver. I will not wink, nor smirk, nor stare This I vow. This I aver. like a foolish child at the foot of a stair This I vow. This I aver. where I long to go, should another be there. This I vow. This I aver. I’ll rejoice in her freedom, and always dare This I vow. This I aver. the chance that she’ll flee me–my starling rare. This I vow. This I aver. And then, if she stays, without stays, I swear This I vow. This I aver. that I will joy in her grace beyond compare. This I vow. This I aver. Keywords/Tags: Love, grace, vow, pure, purity, desire, ****** equality, freedom, trust, joy, aver, state, affirm, affirmation

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Apr 5, 2020

Apr 5, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Her Grace Flows Freely

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We pride our love on judgments that do not matter, our love should be given in forms of goodness and kindness. what is it about you , you love so much... is it ur hair, your mouth , your touch, is it your skin, your weight, your legs, is it your intelligence, your humor, your laugh, or Is it you acceptance, your forgiveness, your love, your passion, your friendship, your strength, your hope, your power, your devotion, your charity, your humanity, your empathy, your generousness, your selflessness, your courage, The art of loving you is to start loving the true you, The art of loving you is to love you for being you. The art of loving you just the way you are and no different. The art of loving you is the formula for loving others, and in return other loving you!!!

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

samantha-nicole-mizrahi

The art of loving you

We pride our love on judgments that do not matter, our love should be given in forms of goodness and kindness. what is it about you , you love so much... is it ur hair, your mouth , your touch, is it your skin, your weight, your legs, is it your intelligence, your humor, your laugh, or Is it you acceptance, your forgiveness, your love, your passion, your friendship, your strength, your hope, your power, your devotion, your charity, your humanity, your empathy, your generousness, your selflessness, your courage, The art of loving you is to start loving the true you, The art of loving you is to love you for being you. The art of loving you just the way you are and no different. The art of loving you is the formula for loving others, and in return other loving you!!!

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