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Shelbie Hale What Matters Most - Poem by Shelbie Hale For the longest time I had been searching For answers as to why I’d been hurting I never thought I’d find my way For I was so long lost in the fray I needed to find somewhere to belong Something to hold onto to make me strong Now I’ve finally found what I’ve been searching for I’m feeling happier than ever before This thing I found was not a material object It’s something so much more, that I’d do anything to protect It’s something from the heart, to hold close on through the hardships One of the strongest forces in the world, something called friendship I became apart of something, I am no longer on my own I’ve changed a lot from how I was, and over time, it’s shown I’ve become a better person from my experiences long ago I often wondered the meaning of life, but now I know In the end, it matters not how long a life we live What matters is the things we do, how much we are willing to give So until the day comes where I draw my last breath I’ll live my days to the fullest, having no fear of death Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about What Matters Most by Shelbie Hale Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Shelbie Hale's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl
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Brandy Avery ~ ~ Stoirm Liom - Poem by Brandy Avery Rinne mé mé féin i mbaol, tá mé in iúl dom féin cúram. Tá mé oscail mo chroí dúnta go daingean. Is é mo sábháilteachta imithe, tá sé a thuilleadh ag fanacht ann, tá mo chosaint tar éis titim ó chéile. Is féidir aon duine choinnigh riamh an gheallúint sin. Bheadh ár gcroí a bheith sábháilte. Ár gcroí chosaint ó dhochar. Is féidir le A nóiméad a athrú. Tá mothú go bhfuil aisteach. Gach dóigh linn agus ba mhaith liom a bheith acu. Fós cuirimid fáilte roimh an stoirm mighty fiú i ár uaigheanna. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ ~ Stoirm Liom by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl