B致未来的自己Dear future Lind a (or rather myself),I hope when you read this letter you don't find my writing too messy! At the moment, I'm 15years old and living at home with my family. I love school and have lots of good friends. We do lots of fun things together like parti...
Smit with those chams,that must decay,斯密特与那些沙姆斯,必须衰减,I grieve to see your future doom;看到你未来的厄运,我感到悲伤;They died--nor were those flowers more gay,他们死了,那些花也不再是同性恋,The flowers that did in Eden...
her bemusement in picking up a scrap of a poem from the counter, the way her children seem to have inherited a love for the arts from her very fingertips, when she remarks that the mice who ate her poem scraps from her drawers probably said to themselves, “that was a good poem!” ...
Mother Death PoemI sat with my mom in the last days of her life. I told her every thing would be ok. She went through the stages of death very slowly. She was 52 years old-I miss her. Featured Shared Story My mom died in 2014. She had cancer. We fought the battle for almost ...
Photo and poem by S. (Sawyer) Wolfington Share this: Facebook Email X Reddit Instagram Print Pinterest Tumblr LinkedIn Pocket LikeLoading... Categories:Darkness,Depression,Gratitude,Grief,Healing,hope,Inspiration,Kindness,Mercy,Peace,poetry,Surrender,Uncategorized,Witness| Tags:arrival,calvary,heart,hope...
her bemusement in picking up a scrap of a poem from the counter, the way her children seem to have inherited a love for the arts from her very fingertips, when she remarks that the mice who ate her poem scraps from her drawers probably said to themselves, “that was a good poem!” ...
My First Christmas in Heaven poem by Author Unknown As we approach the last day of this year, we continue to miss her. But we are comforted by the strong force of her spirit spreading her love and the joy thatwe know she is experiencing in Heaven. ...
The pain, that she suffered, is evident throughout the poem. Her life, for some time, had revolved around her domestic possessions. To her these items represented her family, life, love, memories (past, present, and future), and possible female inheritance. Bradstreet is deeply hurt by ...
The poem's opening lines, "My heart is a pendulum, swinging between desire and despair," encapsulate the central theme of emotional fluctuation. This back-and-forth motion is explored throughout the poem, as you describe the speaker's alternating experiences of hope and hopelessness, joy and ...
I began to read Moore’s letter after I saw, by chance, an often quoted line from her poem “Silence”: “The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; / not in silence, but restraint.” I must have written something similar in Chinese in another life; in fact, I knew I had,...