Rita Hawkins

Rookie (11/19/93 / Louisville, kentucky)

Rita Hawkins Poems

1. Death Is Tough 12/24/2008
2. The Bible And A Call For All Non-Believers 12/24/2008
3. Hope For Anything 12/26/2008
4. Give Thanks Year Round 12/26/2008
5. Love 12/26/2008
6. Accomplishments 12/27/2008
7. Aunt 12/27/2008
8. Jeremiah 29: 11-13 12/29/2008
9. Emotional Highway 12/29/2008
10. Scared At Night 12/29/2008
11. Homeless 12/30/2008
12. School And Christianity 12/25/2008
13. Baby And Love 12/25/2008
14. The Altar 12/30/2008
15. What Is Left To Do? 12/31/2008
16. Smiling Down On You 12/31/2008
17. Depression 1/1/2009
18. Resting On The Seventh Day 1/1/2009
19. Frogs 1/3/2009
20. War 1/3/2009
21. Marla Price 1/9/2009
22. The Only Forever Lasting Friend 1/22/2009
23. 15 Years, And Now A Get Together? 3/5/2009
24. Soliders Do Not Deserve This 6/16/2009
25. Are We Running Late 9/2/2009
26. Sister's Are Good Friends 1/23/2010
27. True Friend 10/3/2011
28. Feeling Like Ending Life 1/19/2012
29. Sleepless Nights 1/19/2012
30. Being A Lost Christian 1/19/2012
31. To My Big Sister 1/17/2011
32. Leading The Children 9/2/2009
33. Thyroid Cancer 12/25/2008
34. What Is Love? 12/27/2008
35. I Am Forgiven 12/25/2008
36. Here I Am Lord 1/22/2009
37. No Better Place For Graduation 12/30/2008
38. Animal Abuse 10/3/2011
39. A Homeless Person 12/30/2008
40. Footprints 12/24/2008
Best Poem of Rita Hawkins

What Color Is Love

Have you ever asked yourself 'What color is love? '
Some would say it is white,
Because a dove is the sign of love, and they are white.

Some would say it is red,
Because when you visualize your heart it is red,
And lies in a bed of blood.

Some would say it is green,
Because Mother Nature is green, and she is love,
That is why we have veggies like green beans.

The truth is we do not know what color love is,
It comes in many forms,
From Tough Love that calls a blow,
To sweet love that holds you when the tears flow.

No one ever thinks...

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Death Is Tough

Death can be a sad time, if you really focus to much,
But if you will let your mind wonder to the good memoies,
Oftenly they come in a bunch,
I know how it is, you do not want to eat breakfast, dinner. or lunch.

But please they would not want to see you this way, would they?
They are watching from Heaven every single day,
I know it is hard to hear me say they still love you,
but I know that this is true.

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