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Shawn Grace Purpose - Poem by Shawn Grace I always questioned the existence of a God, but never of a divinity. See, the divinity of the trinity never really made sense to me and honestly I don't know if I want to live to be infinity. So okay, I'll live for today, but these flashing lights and lambo doors make me question what I'm living for. If I have a purpose I'm not getting it, but the right mix of this alcohol and women make me feel like I'm getting it. If there's a higher being then where is my inner meaning. Am I just living to die with the hope I'll leave a few people that will cry. This is my verse, this is my sad song, just another man going about life hoping he isn't doing it wrong. Topic(s) of this poem: love lost Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about Purpose by Shawn Grace Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Shawn Grace'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 A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe