As an experienced poet, I felt it was necessary to share what is happening between my heart and heart.
As many may say, blood is thicker than water. But how do the two name create an acrostic poem.
It have been months, but now I have seen her again. Full of joy I was surprised.
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This narrative poem is explaining who was "John Rutledge."
Culture is important to everyone, especially the african community. This poem describes a Maa Worrior.
Almost hard to imagine, but we had made it again. Another year in love, we deserve better.
How was I to know, yet she never said she will leave. All she wanted was to stay. But now she is ready to go. Why?
Cultural diversity is one of the thing that is evident in kenya. What happen when a child is born?
I don't need to loose hope, even if she left.
Things change, people change, and situations change.
For long, they have dominated. But it's time to accept changes.
They were the strongest, but things seem to have changed. They are serial losers.
After a real struggle, it was time to let it go. But it is never easy.
Just feeling to quit, but I must keep going. What do I need?
This short poem is for giving you hope that tomorrow will be different from today.
Day after day, its sorrow. love can be crazy. Enjoy this poem.
What a hectic day. This room is so much congested. Though it's tiny.
Stuck in the darkness? Not knowing what to do? Just remember there is hope.
I have a picture of who God wanted us to be. He wanted us to be one strong community. But satan I busy dividing us. Lord have mercy.
What a lady, this poem is all about portrait of a sexy lady.
In this short poem, the message is all about an act of love.
She is in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.
Have you ever sacrificed for a person you love. If not see how she sacrificed her everything for him.
We all feel nice when we are in love. Have a thought of quote of love? Read this poem
This is my first poem to write about what they call ' developing stories.'
Blue and red, I fail to distinguish which color is meant to symbolize love. Love on the street.
I wonder where he was going, it was love strong enough to keep him waiting.
I wished I would be accompanied, but I guess am good. What a beautiful night.
Am listening as you whisper to my name to my ears.
I was married or maybe I am. But I value love so much. Start by reading this.
Imagine holding his or her hand, isn't it a good thing? Love to your fullest.
So beautiful it is, to fall in love. Everyone hopes to be loved at least once.
We all need love. Love is the most beautiful thing created by God.
What a terrific world we are in. Love lost its meaning.