Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be…
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands alone.
Hold on to what you must do even if it’s a long way from here.
Hold on to life even if it’s easier letting go.
Hold on…
A woman's worth
Is to be treasured as gold.
To be praised and adored
Calculated far too priceless, to ever be sold.
Polished and kept up
will attract attention wherever she may go.
Yet valued just the same, letting people know.
Her value is…
Anton Jarvis · Charge Of The Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson --Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he…
Here's a poem about the abundant nature of love, emphasizing its limitless and overflowing qualities:
The Overflowing Heart
A wellspring of love, it knows no bound,
A river of warmth, on hallowed ground.
It flows so freely, a boundless…
I knew a girl, a vision in the light,
Her smile, a sunrise, banishing the night.
The moment we met, a bond so pure and true,
My soul, unbidden, said, "This is for you."
No words were spoken, yet my heart took flight,
Her eyes, like stars, held…