Pages tagged with Honor
The news is not good when it comes to human behavior. We need to fix some basic problems in how we treat one another. Here are a few ideas about what to do.
A personal poem about the struggle to success and the strong feeling to be great in life. So you get off of your knees and stand tall on your weakend legs.
Many years later, I am not proud of myself, but at the time, I was eleven years old, and to me, this was just the funniest thing. My little friends and I laughed all the way home.
The Samurai warriors have deep codes of conduct and live their lives with strict disciplines.
This is a personal experience I had when one of the cows died in a small herd of cattle we had in a pasture near my home. It was incredible to watch the scene unfold and the respect shown the old leader of their herd.
This poem reaches into the mind and heart of all mankind, explaining why we continue to fight for what we believe in. It allows you to take a moment and think...what do YOU stand for?
In politics, there is always the ping-pong back-and-forth of "what he said" and "what the other he said he said." Even when listening directly, it is difficult to make sense out of the verbal bantering.
April Poem A Day Challenge Day 15. Write a poem using the following words: Slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon.
Inspired by after seeing some people comment back and forth about two women and their weight one person's picture was Marilyn Monroe and I was thinking how we worry too much sometimes about certain issues in our lives.
A Spartan soldiers, serves in the Army of his country.
He is a mercenary; inviolable soldier,
tending guard in his country's corners,
on Earth's crepuscular void bleeding,
twines engagement to twilight receding.
who is my mother? this poem answers its own question by telling you the kind of women my mother is by identifying different types of personalities she possess.
my mother died when i was a baby but i had mothers who mothered me like their own birth child. i would like to dedicate this little article to all the women especially in my family who helped make me the man i am today.
After the funeral is over, left alone with grieving thoughts
There should never be a reason to cause unhappy doubts.
Friends, in-laws and acquaintances call to express their grief,
Not to look around for possessions, treasured by the deceased.
Why can’t we trust anyone anymore? Do our vows mean nothing, our promises just vapor?
In light of the recent atrocities in Egypt and elsewhere where buried servicemen’s graves have been vandalized, I wrote this.
I wrote this poem in honor of two classic poets, Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. They are my two favorite classic poets.
A wounded soldier is staring at the sky and thinking.
His beloved lady is thinking of him at the same time.
A mercenary female soldier, guards the borderline of Byzantine Empire, Ardath is her name, and informatively speaking, those "Acritas" ranked soldiers were famed to have only ONE enemy to defeat them: Charon. Many poems and songs have been written back then, to depict their courage, M...
I am giving a tribute to my dad, Jose Basallote, the greatest man I've known. He deserves to be honored for his perseverance and hardwork. May his story serve as an inspiration to all who are struggling in life.
This week has been a blessed week of Poems and after been inspired by a lot, I decided to compose mine, getting the inspiration in the Hospital (As Usual). It's a blend of Old English with its contemporary form which explains the features of Pride as a personality in an individual. I ...
