A little cottage by the sea, With a view of the waves crashing free. A garden filled with flowers so bright, I could spend hours just taking in their sight.
By Raj vellaisamy10 months ago in Poets
Teachers, you are the light of the world, Guiding us through the darkness. You show us the way, And help us to grow.
They stand before us, like beacons in the night, Guiding us through the darkness of our youth. They show us the way, to knowledge and to truth,
Booker T. Washington, You led your people with great might. You taught them to work, And to build their own future bright.
The topic of my dream house Is simple, yet grand. I want a place where I can be With the ones I love most. A place where we can laugh and cry,
In a clearing in the woods, A dream house stands. A place of peace and solitude, Where Tobic and I can roam. The walls are made of stone,
A man is strong, Yet he can be weak. He can stand tall, Yet he can fall to his knees. A man is brave, Yet he can be afraid.
He stands tall and proud, With a face that is strong and true. He is a man of few words, But his actions speak louder than his tongue.
I had hoped that our love would last forever, That we would grow old together, But now that you're gone, I'm left with only memories.
Our love was like a fragile flower, Too delicate to withstand the storm, It withered and died, And now there is only dust.
Knowledge is a treasure, That's worth more than gold; It's a key that can open, Any door you hold. Knowledge is power,
When you're feeling down, and you want to quit, Remember that you're stronger than you think. You've come so far, and you've done so much,