The meaning of BEST FRIENDS to me means accept one another through thick and thin, good and bad. Supporting one another through it all. Apparently as time has gone on, the meaning has been diluted and we never really know who is or will be there for us to the end. This is one story of...
No matter how daunting you may perceived the task just keep on giving of your best
To most that joy of being a father can bring on a change in outlook
This is my personal dedication to all my followers and to all my dedicated readers.
A poem written for the families of Emily and Antonia Lee, two 9-year-old best friends who held each other until their school was crushed by the 2013 Moore, OK Tornado.
No matter what this person will always be there, never giving up despite the odds
A poem dedicated to a friend of mine. Hope you will see this one day friend! Thanks for being a nice and sweet friend to me po!
This is dedicated to a friend of mine. Hope everybody who will be read this will gonna like it.
A poem for someone you love and will surely make him/her smile!
Through our lives, at least for most, someone has come forward to assist us. The assistance has been physical in the world and then for those of us who are blessed wayshowers have come forward to guide us in our spiritual inner awareness..this is a dedication to my Wayshower.
Many people over the years have come to know and love Steve for his writings and his moderating. Of course there will always be those who go the other way but as I always say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and we see ourselves by reflection...God help what those who denigrate...
love doing everthing..whatever whenever...........
Most of the world countries pay tribute on 11 November to the members of their armed forces who laid down their lives in the World Wars. America observes it as Veterans day. Canada and Commonwealth countries observe it as Remembrance Day and in other names.
What my heart felt for my one and only- RED We laugh and cry together for merely two years now, yet my love for you will always be kindled.
"Next to the spring rock Thyrsa waits, and recreates her wedding feasts;" A poem about eternal love.
This poem is dedicated to my late Grandmother, Bernardina, who is very loving and caring.
Every writer, as Steven King points out in his book, can only truly call themselves that if they are pouring fresh words onto paper every day of their lives.
Yes this special lady there is no greater reward than to see the reciprocation of her children's love.
Creating fabulous sculptures, over many months or years, from the building materials most people use for lighting up cigarettes, matchsticks, takes a lot of dedication to ones art.
My poems are expressing mostly situations that remain ideal, like love, dedication to a Noble cause, adventures. I examine one important, maybe heroic instant, always poetic, ideal and strong..
I worship her shadow, as a dark veil; waves in windy Odes, my heart's gain; Obliterated I am, in a dance to mislay, melodious Siren voices, flirt to retain;
I wrote this poem for a poetess that lived close to where I was in the States. (Boston). I loved that lady, even though she lived many years before me, so she is included in my world of beloved souls. Thank you for reading.
An ideal love for a lady, brings sentiments and values, to other worlds, of past, and non tangible ones, of another dimension.
A man's soul, is attached to his 3 Moirae, (destinies), with him being in love with Clotho, before and after his death.. The deity becomes his earthy love, of a woman, the two entities become one in his thinking. He exists in both worlds, he may be alive or alive in another dimension.
A man is thinking about his beloved one, in dark..