Childhood Collection Poem -4 Poem by soulful heart

Childhood Collection Poem -4

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Here comes the black sea
Trying to gobble the
Tiny golden pea.
Oh! The horrible black thing
Which takes over the
Pea beautiful an' shining
O! Lord help me fight
The great deep, powerful
Storm of immense might
Thats what sorroq is like
When it comes
Discouraging us
When we hike.

Joy is like golden pea
When turmoil overcomes
Like the great stormy sea.

But brave is the one
Who stands firm
Until his work is done
Brave is that
Who fights
Against the sea so vast.
So go on surfing
Accross the sea great
Joyfully go on singing
And one day you will
Reach your shore
Where joy forever fill.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 09 October 2014

The dream girl now seems matured enough.

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Md Asadullah 28 September 2014

Hope is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me. A poem full of hope!

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Abekah Emmanuel 24 September 2014

Indeed, The Lord will help you to win every fight in your life as long as you are brave to stand until he fulfills all his promises for your life. beautiful and passionate poem, Well done!

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