On a bad day the world seems... Smaller Duller Meaningless…
I started writing poetry when I was 21 as a means to not only express my emotions, but to also find an alter ego to motivate and push me to be a better version of myself. I can gladly say today that it has sure done that. I am still imperfect and have many flaws but poetry has enabled me to cultivate a growth mindset which I always do my best to strive by. I am predominantly inspired by nature, growth and inspiration in all forms. I also gain inspiration from the great poets of times ago such as Maya Angelou, Shel Silverstein and Roald Dahl. My poetry has also pushed me into creating songs, short stories, and even a book called Staying motivated in a world of increasing challenges about my philosophies on life based on my experiences and growth as a man. My goal is to inspire countless people to find their best selves. Book available here: https: //www.amazon.com/Staying-Motivated-World-Increasing-Challenges/dp/1796021008 New book 'A letter from life' now available on Kindle)
Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet şiirleri
Another bright candescent day Escapes, forever gone Hiding in jewels known long Making neon opal pearls…
Not one wants to play with the broken toy For the broken toy provides little game I learned of that when I was just a boy And grew up with that thought just the same…
Life without laughter Is a sunset without color A desert storm with no rain Flavorless ice cream, so plain…
Strange water flows freely Right through towns centre Nobody suspects anything So we drink it to excess…
I can see you you can see me and what we see amazingly…
there is a million pathways in the cramped city streets there is a mllion pathways all cramped with rushing feet…
A new day has dawned let us live it to the max and finish with rest
I've never believed in New Years resolutions, Why delay what is important for another second? If it's what you want and you know it to be true,…
Another work week almost done then its time for some much deserved fun
(love is like) Love is like a painting filled with all colours and shades love is like a bleeding heart…
I call up a company On the telephone Somebody answers it Their voice is monotone…
A good fellow A great friend Walking with purpose…
The workaholic works twelve hours a day then rushes home and squanders all his pay…
When i wake up from the sweetness of dreams my head still flows down my pillow's gentle stream and for just a short time everything seems ...just wonderful.…
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