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Mary Wismer Poems
A Cute Poem From A Cute Girl
They are the tiny drops from the sky. Who are so pure that they cannot deny They quietly listen to all that we say Then, touch the earth or vanish in a bay.
A friendship is a bond you have with someone else. A friendship is special just like one's gift. A friendship is a time to share your feelings. A friendship is something very remembering.
A Special Messages for Gabriel
I see the countless Christmas Trees around the world below, with tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow. I hear many Christmas songs that people hold so dear, but the sounds of music can't hide the feeling of being
Happy New Year Poem Hunter
May you wake up on January 1st, finding that the world has not come to an end, the lights work, the water faucets flow, and the sky has not fallen?
****During my Paralyzing memories******
Asleep in tears in my tears again awoken Have the same question Two million times thought
Abortion (think it twice)
Abortion (think it twice) They never had a chance to meet you, They never get to see your face,
As my life begins to ebb away I feel so all alone, No one can walk this path for me, I must make it on my own. Although I can share the journey it’s through my eyes
A Man like you, who embody the spirit of greatness by saying ' yes I can so you can ' Thanks for your inspiring dedication and tremendous example to the world.
A Guardian angel
Looking at the sky I'm aware of a presence, of an impact, of a contact. It whispers through the black,
I know I was there, I am guilty I wish everything would be different! I have to leave you!
No eyes has seen, no ear has hear, No mind can know, what has it wide over our lives. God Wonders beyond our galaxy. The Universe declares
There's no trust left; it's all gone now So during our next appointment With you standing there dressed And me mostly naked, shivery in a paper gown
As a year begin
The blossoms of the New Year's crown Bloom from the ashes of the dead.' The Old Year's heart was full of greed; with selfishness it longed and ached,
Flew down from above, To teach me a lesson About the powers of love.
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A Cute Poem From A Cute Girl
They are the tiny drops from the sky.
Who are so pure that they cannot deny
They quietly listen to all that we say
Then, touch the earth or vanish in a bay.
When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear
And your touch have chased away all of my fear
you have given me a life that I could live worthwhile
it is even better every time you smile.
You changed my world with a blink of an eye
That is something that I can not deny
You put my soul from worst to best
That is why I treasure you my dearest……..
Feel our bodies pressed close
As close as ...