Giving Poems

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
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And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."

And he answered:
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Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving."

And he answered:
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Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
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I missed you the other day
When the dew left its diamond glitter upon the grass
And the squirrels and frogs were frolicking merry
When the silence of daybreak calmed
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My freind is all of these!

Friendship is to trust
Friendship is having the kindness to help
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The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
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It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming.

Multitude, solitude: identical terms, and interchangeable by the active and fertile poet. The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd.
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A proud, regal, majestic and elegant machine,
She's a magnificent sight, this metal powered dream
Pulsating over hundreds of miles of railway track,
Never once to be found, ever looking back,
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A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
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Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
And Ile not looke for wine.
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I know I have been happiest at your side;
But what is done, is done, and all's to be.
And small the good, to linger dolefully-
Gayly it lived, and gallantly it died.
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Come to the theatre, discern the actions, there on the stage,
With actors giving you their all, your interest to engage,
The light, scenery and music, the atmosphere is great,
There's drama, and there's comedy, it's a chance to celebrate.
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In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
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I do not know what good seeds I have been sowing
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Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.
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All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away---
In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
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O woman, you are not merely the
handiwork of God, but also of men;
these are ever endowing you with
beauty from their hearts.
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Adorable chocolate...
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Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds. Men came home from the streets while silence engulfed the night.

In a lone house near those villages lived a woman who sat by her fireside spinning wool, and at her side was her only child, staring now at the fire and then at his mother.
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Our Christmas gift
From God's only Son
Star-filled nights
Sun-filled days
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Love is...giving...100%
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Love is...giving your sandwich...to the homeless
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Just letting my friends know that I'm throwing contests on all poetry.com, I'm giving away pretty valuable stones to the best poems, I would try something like that on this site, but I never even see my comments I give to other people amongst 100 other bugs on this site, feel free to enter, I'm not encouraging people to leave this site at all, but I think it's a cool with encouraging poetry and I like giving
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Be it night or day,
All your Beauty,
I will cherish,
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Rush to the giving table.
And feast.
Know you are more than deserving,
To feast.
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A PEACEFUL PLACE

A place of serenity and harmony,
A place of being one with nature.
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In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
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I do not know what good seeds I have been sowing
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Giving up is not an option,
Is not the thing to do.
Giving up is not an option,
When you're feeling blue.
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Topping THE EXAM, marrying your love, first six figure salary, even a world cup win
But Have you ever experienced the joy of giving?
Just give once to understand what I'm saying
True giving comes from the heart, with no expectation of reciprocation
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