I Smell Spring
Change Is A Necessity...
I Talked As My Higher-Self To The Universe And I Watched As My Mentality Changed Because Of My Commandments...
Departed From Broken Dreams And Saturated with Love On The Journey, Together Here And Now...
We Couldn't Let It Go,
So I Guess, Now We Wait...
They Released The Shackles, And God Leads The Way...
Miracles Are The Stories, That Connect To Your Soul...
I Accept Change And Welcome Room For Growth...
I'd Rather Be Whole And Build With My Equal...
No One Completes The Other Half Of Your Being...
Plant Your Seeds In Life And Water Yourself Frequently...
You Are Who You Need, You Are What You Believe β¨οΈ π
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HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)
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When I was asked to move from the big city of Philly halfway across the country to the small town of Centerville, OK, I was excited for the new start and the new job. My insurance company offered me a promotion to move because I'm young and unattached. I was to be one of two agents in the branch.
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Thoughts are things, so yes, you are what you believe. Good job!
Strength is in the way this beautiful piece inspires, and you have done a great job of expressing your thoughts in this fantastic poem.
Inspirational and beautiful β€οΈ
Definitely, inspirational π₯°
Something about the rhythm of your poem called me to read it a second time, out loud. As if it needed to be heard and not simply read. Beautiful poem. Like a song.