Tags : Phylosophy

Knowledge

Knowledge

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Don't fear the ones with their own ways For they may know what we do not
Why Me?

Why Me?

A Poem by Tate Morgan


What have I learned in my trials so far
The Martyrs

The Martyrs

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Where does the love of God go,when the days turn minutes to hours?
Days to Remember

Days to Remember

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Build your dreams with greatest care Don’t think on lives great sorrowed past Create a world so wondrous That through ice and fire it will la..
Home

Home

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Coming home from where I had been retracing steps from here to there Has brought my life full circle now bringing back the lessons I share
the new World

the new World

A Poem by Celma Costa


Lokking at what we are living today may be a scary thing to do.
My Life

My Life

A Poem by Tate Morgan


My very first poem Written at the age of 47
Believe In Me

Believe In Me

A Poem by Tate Morgan


I for one did stay behind , when everyone else grew up.
Love Child

Love Child

A Poem by Tate Morgan


In her I saw myself one day a cold spirit needing tending And in her face I saw the way to happiness she was rending
My Brothers Keeper

My Brothers Keeper

A Poem by Tate Morgan


I enter this poem in recognition of the fine spirit we all know here as Bluessadmood,In him I see our best character OUR FINEST HOUR! Thank you
The Garden Of Tears

The Garden Of Tears

A Poem by Tate Morgan


He practiced disdain for mankind. Never giving himself to another. Closed away his heart and mind.
The Wind

The Wind

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail
Damned Pride

Damned Pride

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Every man knows his weakness.
Childhood Dreams

Childhood Dreams

A Poem by Tate Morgan


If faith can move a mountain, then it can save a soul.
Love

Love

A Poem by Tate Morgan


In honor of Lucy's Hamilton's world and a beautiful world it is!
Our Mistakes

Our Mistakes

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Are we but images made of God his work in labored progress Made from the dust and the sod our one sheer moment of happiness
My God

My God

A Poem by Tate Morgan


He would not possess jealousy a trait that even men despise Showing each one he is equal within the lord of this worlds eyes
Vanity

Vanity

A Poem by Tate Morgan


God offered me omnipotence by giving me a chance to choose I stood bold stance, and took that chance to ever walk within his shoes
"What is Destiny"

"What is Destiny"

A Poem by EDRC


dunno... i'm tired today.

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