ComputerHunter.org |
|
|
|||
|
 |
Growing
Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to things you've known and done to things you wanted to do.
Growing heals sometimes the shattered dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new knowledge of yourself.
Growing is fun sometimes meeting new friends learning new things making changes that feel good and moving on.
Growing is necessary always. Without change there is stagnation death instead of life. To choose to live is to choose to grow.
Copyright 2002 Fran is a Career Counsellor, Workshop Developer and Facilitator and e-zine Editor. You can sign up for her ezine at get_free_info_here_@getresponse.com or check out her website for more information www.franwatson.ca
Google News - Top Stories
|
|
|
|
RELATED ARTICLES
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem Mother's Day Poetry, In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish] In the Mountains of Haiti New Poetic Work By Ethiopian Immigrant Promotes Respect, Courage And Cultural Sensitivity McLean, VA - "The Healing Conscious" tells the story of an Ethiopian immigrant boy on his fascinating journey to America and adulthood. Author Kifle Bantayehu, a 23 year-old second-generation Ethiopian immigrant, recounts this poignant tale in poetic format. His inspirational collection of poems reflects the final words and thoughts of a dying man who traveled across the world, raised a family and became successful-finally fulfilling the American dream. Our Home Our home was warm in the shade of the trees or when the sun was not upon it. Biography of Charlotte Bronte Charlotte Bronte (1816 ?1855) Novelist and Poet. Robert Burns Love Poem: A Red, Red Rose Robert Burns, a poor man, an educated man, and a ladies' man, is representative of Scotland, much like whisky, haggis, bagpipes, and kilts. He lived a life shortened by rheumatic heart disease, 1759-1796, but his life journey through poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and financial success can be identified by all Scots and common men the world over. He has become almost a national symbol of all things Scottish. His life is like a love story with a happy ending. Three Sweet Poems, and Two Not So Sweet [now in: SPANISH and English] 1) End Poem Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance] Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge] Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English) Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version) Here And There My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on planet earth. Though unconscious for many hours; Unaware of existence, Unknowing of life, Incognizant of humanity Living in a space of void, Resident of nothingness, Here, but not here. There, but not there. Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English] 1. The Butcher of Lima and Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Two Poems) Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Peru; in English and Spanish) Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style] Boyhood Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Tribute To Old Glory And A Prayer For Peace Thank you The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish) English Version Find the Magic FIND the MAGIC Feelings, O How Glorious! Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs against the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall. Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Writing Poetry Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, finding meaning in few words. A melody of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet express the inner most thoughts and feelings of those who read the words. Writing poetry is a gift, a wonderful gift, being able to illuminate words so that they form a picture, express a feeling and share a thought in so few words. Unlike telling a story or writing a novel that explains every intricate detail a poem leaves you to draw your own conclusion. Writing poetry can be a healing process, putting down on paper all the emotions locked up inside ones head, a way of remembering and a way of re-living. Poetry has many forms from free verse to sonnet but all poems tell a story, a story of words, words wrapped around each other in such away that they flow together, locked in meaning. The poem below is titled "Playing" and every time I read this poem I cannot help but smile, as too will any mother reading this poem. See if you smile. A Happiness Poem If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then my face would always dress in style. Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty] Frog Summer
|
|
|
|
|
