Appreciation
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In a world that often demands perfection
I choose to embrace my own reflection
For within me lies beauty and grace
A unique spirit that I proudly embrace
I appreciate the strength that lies within
In a world that often demands perfection
I choose to embrace my own reflection
For within me lies beauty and grace
A unique spirit that I proudly embrace
I appreciate the strength that lies within
PSALM TWENTY OF PRAISE TO MAGNIFY THY LORD GOD, JEHOVAH MAGEN.
Let
trumpeting
elephants 🐘 🐘
praise God.
And let
roaring
lions 🦁 🦁
exalt God.
Let
mowing
cows 🐮 🐮
praise God.
And
let
barking
dogs 🐶 🐶
PSALM TWENTY AND ONE
OF PRAISE TO MAGNIFY
THY LORD GOD,
JEHOVAH ORI.
1)I'll adore thy
Lord with my
whole heart ♥
and I will sing
His praise in
His sanctuary.
Do you know the importance of teachersThat question is a lesson in itselfHow do you learn to achieve wealthReceive a doctorates or even a black belt There’s a great teacher aroundGreat with a ball or maybe a wrenchThere’s a great teacher aroundPre
A Beautiful smell dancing around the air resting in our souls and providing peace to our unsettled hearts. A smell that gives and gives, but scarcely do we see who has given us this gift.
People These Days Are SO DAMNED RUDE ... !!?!!
And Seem To Think They Should NOT Use ...
Words Like THESE These Two ... THANK YOU ... !!!
This Gets To Me Doesn't It To You ... ?
I wish the color of my skin was a blessing in society's eyes.
Just because I'm not freak'n pale.
Maybe, if I was darker I would get more hate.
I don't know much about football.
I close my eyes
Breathe deeply
Feel the breeze wisping through my hair
I turn and see you beside me
Just sitting there.
Alone in a crowded room,
Searching for someone... anyone,
I feel alone in this classroom,
I see someone with a nice smile,
My hope begins to bloom,
The fear grows with each step,
I am one of over 100
You see
You are one of only seven
I see
Five days a week
45 minutes a day
-To all Comedians-
The moment you made me laugh I knew I was in love.
I fell in love with everything about you.
You became my Messiah.
My Saviour.
When hearing the phrase
"O Captain, My Captain"
I can only think of one person to
fit this criteria.
Robin Williams is and was
the only person to
accurately portray what it was like
to struggle
My most feared tormentor, that hushed sentry
Guarded in its webbed domain, transfixed by its prey,
Whether it be me or a sly housefly grappling against its threaded prison.
Your boy has talentI see it in his eyesThat voice carries angels to the skyI wouldn't liePray God on highHear me when I sayHe's gonna make it one day.
Ariba Hameed
All the little points of interest
Give careful consideration
Try not to miss a thing
It's difficult to get it
Driving down the highway, breeze caressing my locks.
Palm trees, blue water, sunshine,
Icy mountain tops, and thrill in the cable car.
Is there a way to capture these sights?
Thank you.
Thank you for every second, every day, every year.
Thank you for holding me
While I cry,
And smiling at me
While I laugh.
Thank you for your time, your trust, your affection,
Dear girl,
Why are you living like tomorrow won't come?
Why are you running from what's already here?
Like you're running out of time
Dear my old self,
I wish you had the commons sense to do better,
but in the end you made me better.
Your pure heart and your tender ways,
All you need was a little backbone and some base.
Dear Mental Health,
First I would like to say how much I cherish you. You keep me going through
good times and bad. You're there no matter if I'm smiling or sad. All that I want
A state of allowing.
I like the idea of being pleased in all the ways that excite my senses.
Vibrant colors and beauty all around brings joy to my eyes and awe to my atmosphere.
The thought that counts
I hold this dear
Regardless the gift
The intent is clear
Loving someone, has no price
It's unconditional
You’re far away
too far away,
and still you’re my best friend.
And thoughts of you don’t go away,
but I don’t want them to end.
And as times progress,
with every breath
Can I strip you of the skin you're in?
Deep inside lies your value, but you're veiled by the things you're in.
Sinking so deep in materialistic objects, your soul's lost its balance.
Our first kiss
felt like a supernova,
explosive and iridescent,
scattering my universe
with cosmic dust.
I asked my mama,
Why must we go?
She held my small hand and gave it a meek squeeze.
"For however long the nights are still cold, and our empty stomachs continue falling asleep, we won't exist anymore.
When the clouds block out the sky
I won't forget
There's still a sun, a sky after rain
I'm still
A little flower, letting go
Of what I think I know
Why is it that people aren't like trees? When all of a trees leaves fall off it will be just a few months before they replenish. But at people when all of our leaves fall off we are dead. Let me ask you this...
In a world full of noise, you are my music.When I was dropped by the wayside, you gave me hope.In a dark world, you are my light.When I was cold, you warmed me up.Even though I go against your word, you still wish me luck.While I was falling down,
Of all the people I have met over the years
You seem to stick on my mind after a few beers
You have a good head on your shoulders and a pure soul to your name
I hope one day that I have the same
When do you become me?
Is it when she broke our heart?
Is it when we stayed up for hours with our new friends?
I have a wonderful neighbor and his name is Joe.He's a person and a friend who I'm proud to know.He's been my neighbor and my friend for twenty years.
Thanks God for letting me wake up today.Thanks God for letting me live another day.Thanks God for letting me have food and not to suffer from starvation.
Do you ever say thank you to Him?
"God i just had the best the day, thank you again."
I'm not saying I believe , I'm not saying there's an ounce of Christian in me .
Appreciated by many, cherished by some, loved by a few,
I go on in life to learn something new,
And I know that if it weren't for you,
I'd be lost without a clue.
Irony plagues my motive for choosing to wake.
For rather than snoozing, productivity offtakes.
For learning oozes a chance for me to break
From my snooze; sleep I am able to shake.
When I wake up in the morning,
The very first things my eyes see as they open
Is a blue like an aged Forget-Me-Not.
My mind is a blank slate, hardly able to be written on
Simplicity brings about the sweetest of feelings: love.
It can be watching cats play or seeing couples hand-in-hand,
the small occurances of everyday life.
By feeling the joy of another person's genuine laughter
I yawn and stretch out on the couch
Rubbing at my eyes, colours exploding in a burst
Literature is….!
Boring.
I slept through Kipling,
Napped on Dostoevsky,
You think I liked Dickens?
Dear nine yr old me You are a Nubian princess Wear your hair Dark and lovely A crown of curly wool On top of your head Do not pale in comparison To the brighter or whiter Your skin radiates Glows as bright as the night sky Above a flourishing Ede
I became busy with things and stuff
I forgot to make time for what was important in life
I woke up and it was January the first and everything was starting new,
it was cold.
Thank you, Mother
The greatest gift you have given me are my sisters and my brothers
How many times have you lied to protect us?
A day didn't pass by that when we didn't make a fuss
Her heart as deep as the ocean
She is mysterious like the other side of the moon
Her intellect as bright as the stars
Her skin glows like a million suns
She is as fierce asa cheetah
Eyes wide
And stinging
With tears
Feeling so light
And heavy
Without fears
Warmth growing
And fertilized
By thanks
And gratitude
And a smile
Quiet but there
Always be thankful
Remember, it can always be worse
You could have nothing
And sadly, go through a terrible curse
Life is very fickle
Rise up through the air
Keep your eyes wide open
We use it for spills,
for crumbs, even to whip food from the mouth.
I've used it as a book mark, as a keepsake,
as a note taker, if you will.
Ever since I was born into this world
You’ve been there
holding the hand of your little girl
A woman so wise
that lights up my day
I thank God for sending me your way
When someone calls me appreciative i appreciate it.
With a compliment i reciprocate it.
Never have i stopped to think it complicated.
This word wasn’t able to be correlated.
Make a noise and make it loud
Be black and proud
Young black men and young black women
Make a noise and let your voice be heard
And the world will see how strong we are
Wear your hair long and wear it down
passing by the headstones I read each name…
i don’t btoher looking at the dates, just the names matter to me…
Emily...Scott...Steven…
the unending rows upon rows disturb me
I used to think things in the world were backwards.
I thought nature had gotten things wrong.
Like why shadows had to fall behind us.
At one point all I wanted to do was hide where no one could see me.
I just wanna talk to you
I know you hardly know me and this isn't something we often do
But really I just wanna talk to you
Just a call or a text or two
That'd be great like fine treasures
A
Beautiful,
Celestial soul
Gives unconditionally
To the undeserving habitants
Of her home, taking her time
To extend vines of
Ripening
Fruit.
What more can I want
The covers for never leaving after a one night's stand
the bed that support me as I sleep
the house that has provided shelter from storm and insects
the computer purchased by my mother to help me keep up with the days
Let’s give a moment of silence
for the tomato-red ladybug,
Who reminds us that ambling
Around us is only warmth.
Inside me is only one sound.
We can see colors contrast,Breaking through our windows.Winter has turned to spring,Summer yet to come.
Green life tied with enthusiasm,
Purely white buds seeking its way out full of plasm.
The orchidanceae utterly grows,
If given its periodic dose.
Day by day its stem reaches out,
let’s raise our glassesforrejected lovebad memoriesand the failuresfrom years agoif not for themwe wouldn’t knowhow to fixthe crackshow to dragone foot
you aremy placewithoutmadnesseven withall theearthquakesanddisasterson theinsideandoutsideyoufeel likethe wayhome
there were peoplein your lifewhosaved youfrom drowningand you have tothank themfordoing everythingthey couldthere are otherswho willslap youright
I am like a notebook
with blank pages of uncertainty
and past mistakes never completely erased.
The spiraled edge will break with too much inside,
yet I can't add more space.
Eyes hold lies
Ears hold lies
It is not only the mouth that holds lies
Whatever you're seeing is wrong, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
Whatever you're hearing is wrong, YOU'RE WORTHY
I stay the same underneath,
What my selfie seems to be.
Whether on or offline
My smile stays the same.
I am the player,
And Instagram's the game.
Underneath the clothes and shining light.
Who am I? I'm no one
I'm someone, that no one sees
I'm outgoing
And I'm "here"
So why do I feel invisable?
Because my name isn't my name
My face doesn't look how it should
whispering
whispering throught the trees
telling secrets
telling lies
and
tall tales too
through the tall grass
and where the urban street meets the meadow
where the wild becomes tame
She may not be the very definition of beauty but her self-restrained chaos unravels all connotations of the word.
She’s more than a number, more than a status.
In a world of never ending can’ts, won’ts, shouldn’ts,
Circumstances may neglect you
No matter how people
Bring you down to feeble
And let your self-esteem low and blue
Only fools burn bridges
Of one’s failures and foes
As the sun peaked through your window, it woke me with its sweet rays.
Hugging me gently, just as my mother did back in those days.
It’s tempting,
to gaze upon the night sky
and see only crisp starlight, juxtaposed
with a firm sheet of outer space.
But most would know that soon,
You made me believe it was possible to trust another human being.
Of course the only reason why I've become so cynical of trust,
is simply because i've been broken by constant sorrow,
The forest:
I go here to be at peace.
My spiritual place that
spills its breath onto the world
in the bird’s call of morning
and the owl’s song of night.
Here is my serenity,
"I've Learned" by Nicholas Jones.In my 18 years of life,I've yearned for happiness,And I've yearned for strife,I've learned of death,And I've learned of life,
She is...More precious than the jewels that surround her King, the Queen is flawless her love is deeper than the bluest ocean the greenest forest...
Chemical reactions determine how I shape my words on this page.
Internal flickers and quarks determine how many times I blink while processing my thoughts.
To you an American Soldier,
so brave, considerate, and exceptional too.
This poem here is in great honor to you.
My mother is a tree
The center of nature a gift from the creator
she radiated oxygen through her lungs
her photosynthesis produced a life
she was so breath taking.
Black skin against white cotton fresh
Beauty ripped from the land of purity
Stolen virtue, unsure of direction
Crowns ripped from bloody palms
Appreciate.
Appreciate the thoughts that come to the mind you were blessed with.
The mind that’s capable of flying to the moon and raising a newborn child.
Appreciate.
Why hesitate? Is it getting late? Are you scrutinizing the clock to wait for the time in which it will shut the gate?
Why so quick? Do not fall for life’s stupid trick!
Purgatory.
The endless wait, the infinite tide of fear and anxiety washes over again.
I wait to see you come in, your angelic face shining like a beacon in an ocean of despair,
To be a bee would be the life for me,
For a world without bees would be lifeless.
No pollen, no flowers,
Not a plant to be showered,
A dry, airless land,
Not a soul with a breath,
The dim lighting hits your alluring body in the most perfect way.I stare as if I'll go blind by sunrise.
Winter's late afternoon.
Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks,
A smile twinkles
hiding within the corners of my lips.
Lights glow behind the fluff of snow
beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
what we learn in the classroom,
we may think id pointless,
but what we learn in highschool
could get us out of and political mess.
As the future of our country
we need to stamd and say
Who's to blame?We're all just so different,we take it for granted that we're right;point the fingers at anyone elseand mock the system.Just consider this:maybe we have our own way
From the break of day to nightfall
copious passengers:
overworked mothers,
college students,
gang members,
important business men,
with facial declarations that are impossible to conceal
Take time to cherish the little things
The sweet sound of birds in the crisp morning air
The surrounding warmth a blanket can provide
Sitting in a class day to day
No difference, same thing ... papers all seem the same
Waiting for a chance to shine...but the professor doesn't know me
Hidden behind numbers...some one please recognize me
I am my mothers daughter
As she is beautiful, so am I
As she is loving, so am I
As she is caring, so am I
As she is courageous, so am I
As she is graceful, so am I
As she is smart, so am I
You are the one who gave to me my life
Along with that guy who calls you his wife.
I know that you want what is best for me
Even though it may cost you a great fee.
I could not love you more than I do now.
People are unpredictable.
If you think they are who they say they are, then you're wrong from the start.
You can only know somebody, if you truly know their heart.
But how will you know that if they cover up their scars,
Bare Handed Catch
Water Splashing in my face,
Bouncing on the waves,
Going light speed behind a motor boat
Soaring like the eagle
Swish, Swish, splash, going side to side
Wind howled through the trees, making them shake uncontrollably.
The air shot through everyone's skin, it had been cold for so long.
Yet there was an end in sight, the winter weather was gone.
Many a sparrow sounds the alarm for a new dawn
Many an eye opens, then close in irritation
Refusing to appreciate the song of the morning
Many a flower blooms; the evaporating dew
Creates an aroma; a natural perfume
The sea shimmers like sunlight on chrome
Loud crashing waves and soft silky sand are my living room
The beach is the place I call home
My home is unlike the old empire of Rome
Sometimes you don’t realize
What you have.
Not really knowing that your life is precious and a gift.
Not really knowing that your life is better than others
Living the good, good.
I had a dream last nightBut it wasn't an ordinary dreamIt was a nightmare on Sawyer StreetSo I decided to channel my epiphanies into this poemJust to change the world with my imaginary reality
Instructors introdued this form of writing to me.
It was an easier way to be expressed
In a sense.
First, rhyming was an issue
Then, rhyming wasn't a must
Now, rhyming is rare.
A cold winter night
Oh such a beautiful sight
The gentle breeze
Yet you never freeze
Coldness against the cheek
Wet grass beneath the feet
Chills down the spine
In a straight line
Fingers reaching light
Bare trees left till Spring
Wake up from slumber
Leave us gray morning
Arise to warmth and shadows
Welcome again Spring
The credits start to run after the images fade,
Everyone agrees it was a great show and leaves,
Not giving much thought to all the work it took to be made.
The sun it shines, regardless,
The grass it grows, oblivious,
The water it sits, fathomless.
The moon it reflects, lovingly,
The tree it stands, determinedly,
The sand it moves, impulsively.
Love
Unselfish and Bold
Larger than life and more precious than gold
A love that is true; pure; in rare form
From a heart which is calm; affectionate; warm
A love in which all hearts do yearn
I write a lot of poems Much about love and mild despair, But when referring to such love, What do I mean, I’ll make it clear, I speak of love, I want but lost, Love that will, extremely cost, Me mostly emotionally, But I have failed to mention, A
To My Sweetheart:
In seventh grade we met
Nearly eight years ago
And yet we are still together
Like the mountains and the snow
We do not fight, we only love
And love to be with one another
I am from clothes and plants
From coffee and cheerios
I am from the quiet neighborhood
But loud house
With the smell of pine trees
When you walk outside
I'm from the cactuses you grow
A glossy picture tilted on the wall
My life portrayed within a snap
An infinite second captured
Forever engraved, perfect
To make a choice
In a second the picture can alter
It's such a drastic change
Time
Is a simple word.
A loaded word.
A mysterious word.
A frightening word.
Time
Speaks to the unknown.
Unhindered, unafraid
It transcends understanding, escapes comprehension.
