Similar to many other styles of writing, poetry has the capability of sparking emotions — whether they be positive or negative. Poets , like all people, struggle with specific aspects of life and rather than allowing it to defeat them, they rise.
Through messages of hope or pain, words have the power to touch people. Ultimately, poets will use their way with words to create complex and simple phrases that resonate with the hearts of all their readers.
This is what causes the flow of tears that could last for a second or an hour. To hit the road can appease the condition only as long as the journey lasts, for to this day no matter how alluring born travellers imagine their unknown destination to be, it is the journey itself that drives them. Wanderlust , which used to send most Americans westward across their vast and varied land, had a decade earlier sent this young Yank perversely eastward, first all around Europe, settling briefly there and finally here, until in due course I journeyed to central and eastern Asia and then from Australia across the Pacific in what Americans would even now consider an eccentric route for one born on the east coast of their homeland to get herself to California for the very first time.
I wept to read it then. And it brings tears to my eyes whenever I read it now that I am drawing close to the end of the journey. Irma Kurtz has been the agony aunt of Cosmopolitan since and has written three self-help manuals, three travel books, two novels and a memoir. Skip to content. Sign in. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. I took my Power in my Hand by Emily Dickinson.
I aimed my pebble, but myself Was all the one that fell. Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small? They think that I am strong. Nobody knows I miss you. Nobody knows I need you. Your Path, My Heartbreak. You are blinded by shame For all you have done It hurts me so bad That I was never number one. I understand your pain Or at least say that I do.
But really, inside, I am just as lost as you. You understand my pain Or at least you claim that you do. But how can you understand something That you have never been through. I try to accept your reasoning Though my heart breaks in half I know who is more important You chose the right path. Read More: Love Poems for Wife. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Are you looking for Christmas Poems. Here you can find lot of merry Christmas Poems and cards that people love to read and share.
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Walking through the rain, I try to forget the pain. I try to ignore the sting in my eyes, because I know a strong girl never cries.
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