Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow
We must fail in order to know
Sometimes our visions,
Clear only after our eyes are washed away with tears
When pain is caused by those we call peers
It is sometimes needy to stand tall
Even when we are pushily pulled to fall
To raise that unwanted we want the world of happiness
It is sometimes through hope, trust and perseverance
Perfect was not the one who came first
But that same one whom strived for the best
Mohale o tswa maroleng
'It is sometimes needy to stand tall Even when we are pushily pulled to fall' i really like this! Very good poem. One of my fav by far. adding it to my fav poem list. Perhaps you could read one of mine 'let go'.
Very wise write and good to read - you have started off well - congratulations
Perfection did means not coming to decision......a fantastic write. you have the marvellous potential in writing.
u have expressed life so perfectly..u amazing..brilliant work
im an amatuer poet but can spot value from a distance. its a perfect discription of life itself. if u get the time, please read my poems and comment about them. criticize if neccesasry, i do not mind. its a learning experience. How will i archieve if i do not get criticism?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is just full of everything around