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Lucas German Thank You - Poem by Lucas German Thank you to the bench on which I sit, for declining to judge and letting me enjoy it. Thank you to the bright spaces for containing so much light, for if I have an eyeball, you're what give me sight. Thank you to the wind for rattling the trees, and thank you for the sustenance, since you're the air I breathe. Thank you to the planet, for giving us dry land. Thank you for the living dirt, it's on you I stand. Thank you to the water, of all ingredients first, for at the end of every hard day done, it's you that slakes my thirst. Thank you every chill that dares to run my spine, if I forget what love is like, you always do remind. Thank you one more time to every root, and seed, and stalk. You are the ones to populate the garden that I walk. Topic(s) of this poem: love Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about Thank You by Lucas German Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Lucas German'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 ~ An Screams I Mo Aisling ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Na soilse a choinneáil dom ó oscailt mo shúile. San oíche wipe mé ar shiúl na deora go bhfuil mé cried. Mo shaol athraithe go mór agus go tapa. Bhí a fhios agam mo sonas. Ar mhaith riamh a bheith caillte. Déanann Mo intinn a reáchtáil agus a adhlacadh mo am atá caite. Char Mo scread mo bhrionglóidí. Beidh aon duine riamh a fhios cad a chiallaíonn sé. Chun féachaint ar cad atá feicthe agam nó bhí nuair a bhí mé. Mé riamh ag iarraidh a bhraitheann mar seo arís. Seasamh mé ard agus beidh riamh titim. Ní bheidh mo aoibh gháire a bheith bun os cionn. Toisc go mbeidh mé ag seasamh go deo mo talamh. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ An Screams I Mo Aisling ~ 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