Potent Poetry Pot
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Father & I
Before I came to be you were. Under the shining sun you grew. In those youthful aspirations you became a man ready to embrace life in all its full. Your love within gentle sweet,with a hardworking brow. In that day I was born your love continued spending time with me. Day by day you catered Read more
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Water
The waves crash into the shores casting its vibrant thrusts against the sands. Faint moments pass and the waves recede back into the belly of the water mass from whence it dwells. The light of the Sun shines on the waters casting its glow upon the vast body of water heightening its complexion into a Read more
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The Little Black Boy by William Blake : The Poetry Foundation
My mother bore me in the southern wild, / And I am black, but O! my soul is white; / White as an angel is the English child: / But I am black as if bereav’d of light. Continued… My mother taught me underneath a tree And sitting down before the heat of day, She Read more