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A Poem about Love and Trust

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Today’s poem is about love and trust. It talks about how love and trust are necessary to make any relationship work.

 

Love & Trust

Love is something,
we all cherish dearly.
When we lose it,
our hearts ache severely.

Trust is something,
we share with a few.
It requires honesty,
and a heart that is true.

Love without trust,
is foolishly blind.
It’s easy to lose,
and easy to find.

Trust without love,
is often quite fake.
It won’t give much,
but will happily take.

Love and trust,
go hand in hand.
When together,
this dance is quite grand.

by anitapoems.com

 

I’ve witnessed situations where couples would claim they love each other, but they wouldn’t trust one another. Without trust, I don’t think their love will ever reach its full potential.

How can you love someone fully and unconditionally, if you don’t trust that person?

It definitely takes time to establish and earn someone’s trust. Friendships are rooted in trust. Imagine how difficult life would be if we couldn’t trust our closest friends.

A couple involved romantically and in a long-term relationship, should also have a strong friendship as the foundation. Building relationships strictly on infatuations is like building a house on sand.

Relationships seem so much peaceful and enjoyable when not only love but also trust is found at the core. Life is way too short in my view, and we should share our lives with a partner that not only loves us, but trusts us in every way.

I’m also not just talking about trust with regards to being faithful. But also trust regarding the decisions and choices we make, trust in our abilities and talents, and trust us as human beings that we will always have the best mutual intentions in mind.

I hope today’s poem reminds us all of the importance of both love and trust in any successful relationship.

30th Wedding Anniversary Poem

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Today my in-laws are celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary so I decided to write them this poem. Feel free to share it with that special couple in your life that will be celebrating their 30th.

 

Thirty Years

We’re here together,
with happy smiles.
To celebrate,
your many miles.

Thirty years,
have truly passed.
You both must feel,
it went by fast.

Do you recall,
that wedding bell.
Countless stories,
please do tell.

For thirty years,
your bond has been strong.
Holding hands right here,
you both belong.

We all wish you,
joy and success.
Love for each other,
may you forever express.

by anitapoems.com

 

Traditionally men have shared pearl jewelry with their wives on their wedding 30th anniversary. I’ve also heard that diamonds are also popular as modern gifts. But personally, I’m a bit old school, and would stick with a pearl necklace.

I like pearls for this anniversary because they are classic gifts that possess a sort of timeless elegance. Pearl earrings are also very popular for the 30th.

However, if you’re looking for a gift for a couple celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary, then you may consider a nice vase (decorated with a few pearls) or a personalized gift, like a sweet poem.

Well, best of luck sharing this poem with that wonderful couple that have been together for all those years.

A Poem about Shopping

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This shopping poem was written for all those shopaholics out there. Enjoy!

 

Dress & Shoes

She entered the mall,
eyes focused and wide.
A Saturday ritual,
with plenty of pride.

To locate the sales,
that was her plan.
No whining allowed,
from a pet or a man.

Her vision was sharp,
she was determined to win.
It must look good,
with her purse and her skin.

Suddenly she noticed,
the most beautiful dress.
Her wallet said no,
but her heart just said - yes.

She saw something awful,
on her way to the cash.
The dress and her shoes,
will definitely clash.

She paid for the dress,
and dashed straight for shoes.
Without the perfect pair,
the dress she won’t use.

Hours of trying,
her battle was long.
She tried countless pairs,
but most were just wrong.

Moments prior,
to her defeat and surrender.
She noticed a pair,
that were sexy and slender.

She smiled with confidence,
at her victory of match.
Her new dress and shoes,
what a beautiful catch.

by anitapoems.com

 

I think there are a lot of women out there that will be able to relate to this poem. Some women have shopping down to a science. They know exactly what to buy, when, where, and for how much.

Maybe I’ll share it with my sister, since she loves to shop. But then again, most women enjoy shopping, so I might as well also print out a few more copies and give one to my wife, mom, and cousins + aunts.

Happy Shopping,
Martin

A Poem about Hard Work

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For many of us, the beginning of a new year is a fresh start, both personally and professionally. This usually evolves from within our minds as we set goals and go back to shaping our routines once again.

At this time, many of us are also refocusing our efforts at work, following the holidays.

So based on that, today’s poem will be about hard work. Some of us work very hard physically, and others mentally (and a few of us both). No matter the type, each requires plenty of focus, dedication, and obviously – time.

 

Hard Work

We get up each morning,
and head off to work.
From construction to retail,
and a paper shuffling clerk.

Like the trees in our forests,
our jobs certainly vary.
A super busy schedule,
they commonly carry.

Our work is broken down,
as we focus on each task.
Bosses over our shoulders,
countless questions they ask.

Let’s not forget about,
all those extra long hours.
Evenings are filled,
with exhausted cold showers.

All this hard work,
is not hopeless or bleak.
A career of our choice,
waits at the peak.

We should combine hard work,
with skills that they need.
Throw in some passion,
and we’ll surely succeed.

It takes plenty of effort,
to do the job right.
The end result,
is a simple delight.

by anitapoems.com

 

The competition for jobs is greater now than ever before in history. The key to successfully finding and holding on to a good job these days revolves around skills. I’m not talking about any old skills, I’m talking about specialized, technology and knowledge based skills.

There’s a huge demand for all types of engineers and professionals with either a science or technical background.

At the same time, I think employees that work in the service industries need to expand their value by acquiring more skills and distinguishing themselves from those that are hungry for their jobs.

For example, if someone works in reception at a hotel, they may volunteer to setup and manage the hotels local Twitter and Facebook accounts. So during their spare time, they could post updates and upcoming events.

This strategy would not only secure their positions, but may also result in future promotions (and more money).

I think it’s important to combine hard work with initiative and passion. Every employer loves to see that, and it’s a great way to distinguish oneself from the rest of the pack.

Hope you enjoyed reading today’s poem about hard work.

Best of Luck,
Martin

A Poem about being Homeless in the Cold

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Over the last few days, it has been really cold up here in Canada. Yesterday, it was as bad as minus 26 Celsius, and today, it’s expected to be slightly better.

My personal inconvenience does not even compare to the daily struggles that homeless people deal with each day. They’re just trying to survive through the winter.

 

Crying Wind

She woke this morning,
with a cold winter chill.
Her bones were aching,
she knew the drill.

A hearty breakfast,
a mere step away.
Yet so far,
her memories are grey.

The furious wind,
punched her red cheeks.
A warm soft voice,
has not heard for weeks.

She gathered her things,
and headed for work.
The coldest feeling,
each passing smirk.

Not proud of much,
but this corner she chose.
Broken soul and shoes,
she could not feel her toes.

She begs passersby,
just to simply survive.
They don’t notice her pain,
while texting and drive.

She could have been more,
and avoided the cold.
Most of her life,
into abuse she was sold.

Just like the rest of us,
slowly she’s dying.
But when we’re asleep,
in the wind she is crying.

by anitapoems.com

A Poem about Goals

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I think it’s very fitting that my first poem of 2012 is about goals. Many of us have personal goals that we’re planning to achieve this year. I hope this poem puts them into perspective.

 

Try

Glance back quickly,
then I look straight ahead.
My cravings for success,
are waiting to be fed.

Filled with excitement,
deep in my heart.
I can taste the sweetness,
of a brand new start.

My hand with a pen,
dance as they race.
Dreams and ambitions,
mutually chase.

Eyes thoroughly scan,
the ultimate list.
Brain tries to think,
what have I missed.

These goals that I set,
should not be in stone.
Since life is dynamic,
and rarely alone.

My goals should be true,
and not simply high.
The most important –
always I’ll try.

by anitapoems.com

 

I think it’s normal that we usually set many very ambitious goals at the beginning of each year. In our heads and our hearts, we often feel like we will be able to achieve many goals throughout the year.

I think it all comes down to two critical factors:

  • time management
  • action

Looking at the first one, if we don’t manage our time efficiently, it will be very difficult to check every goal off our list by the end of the year. As I’m writing this, I’m looking at my 15 goals that I have for this website alone. I understand that I’ll need to manage my time really well to accomplish most of them.

However, I won’t beat myself up if I miss a few. As long as the ones I don’t get to are not major ones. That’s something I will be able to live with.

The second necessary factor is an obvious no brainer. In order to accomplish the goals that we set, we’ll need to act upon them (continuously) from beginning until the end.

Today’s poem is just a short snippet of some of the emotions that we feel when we’re setting our goals. The last line is the most important in my view. Whatever the circumstance, we should avoid excuses at all costs, and always to try no matter how scared or insecure we may feel.

That worst possibly outcome is not failure, but rather not TRYING at all.

November Poem

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Today’s featured poem talks about the month of November. I thought this would be a nice way to begin November. Hope you enjoy it.

 

Dear November

Chill has arrived with November,
suddenly and without warning.
The trees are confused,
as I am this morning.

Pure sacrifice of another,
beautiful red leaf.
November’s the killer,
and earth is the thief.

But why would you take it,
if you won’t use it till spring.
Confined to the ground,
this leaf shall not sing.

November will tease us with snow,
I call it a bully’s threat.
Frozen in a white casket and time,
once green and young, we won’t forget.

November is the 11th hour,
of our journey and old age.
The red leaf is our final yell,
as we stand there on center stage.

Each path leading to November,
has been individually chosen.
The map we’ve created,
shall forever be frozen.

If we’re lucky,
dear November shall be kind.
Preserve memories of us,
for younger leaves to find.

by anitapoems.com

 

Up here in the northern hemisphere, November is often just a taste of winter and of what is to come. I looked at the weather forecast for the next couple of days, and it seems like the beginning of November will be quite mild up here in Canada. It’s quite rare that I get an opportunity to still shoot some hoops in November. But I won’t complain, because I’m sure the reality of winter will hit us soon enough.

Let’s take a look at today’s poem. Honestly, when I began writing it, I hadn’t a clue where I was taking it. I just looked out my window, and noticed a sharp red leaf on the ground. I also remembered the chilly air that I felt through my fingers yesterday evening when giving out candy to the kids.

As I continued to write the poem, I realized I could use it as metaphor for life. Old age more specifically.

November may represent the last chapter of our lives. The 11th hour as I mentioned in the poem. The chilly conditions associated with November represent the physical pain that we go through as we become ill in our remaining years.

Snow may seem like more pain and hardships in the poem. But it also represents hope. Where we all wish to be remembered and hope that these memories of us not be lost or fade with time.

The green leaf represents youthfulness, while the red, old age combined with wisdom and a final expression of passionate energy. Like a refusal to give up or retire. I witnessed this through my late grandfather 10 years ago. He did not retire at the age of 65. He was passionate about his fishing business and continued to work while fighting with pancreatic cancer.

In my grandfather’s case, dear November was definitely kind. It wasn’t kind physically, because he suffered so much, but it was kind in preserving or freezing the memory of him in time. He inspired me and the memory of his life and his personality continues to inspire me each day.

I am one of those younger leaves, and I’m truly grateful.

A Poem About Money

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Today’s poem is about money. It’s one of the major components that our society wouldn’t be able to function without. I think all of us will be able to relate to this poem simply because we all depend on money for survival.

 

Money

Money is something,
that we all desire.
We need buckets full,
to comfortably retire.

The value of money,
through the years may change.
Those currency markets,
are often quite strange.

We need money,
to simply survive.
The more we can make,
the nicer our drive.

Money is important,
but let’s not get obsessed.
Think constantly about profits,
and you’ll never get rest.

We need money to pay,
for services and goods.
Otherwise, we’d be back,
in the caves and the woods.

The money we save,
we should surely invest,
The trick in these times,
to find somewhere it’s best.

by anitapoems.com

 

The topic of money is something that we may all talk about, since it’s a big part of our everyday lives. There are countless experts in this field that flood the financial industry with investment advice and predictions.

If you would take out any type of monetary currency out of your pocket right now, what would you see? What does this piece of paper represent?

Sure it represents something that we all need in our daily lives to survive. But how and why has it ended up in our possession?

For me the answer is – Value!

In order for us to collect or accumulate or receive money from others, we need to create some kind of value for others. If we work for a company, we create value for our bosses, who package the value that they received from us and move up the chain to their bosses until it reaches the end users who pay money for the goods and services that may have begun with you.

I see this like a filtration process. As an example let’s say a week of work at our jobs enables us to create $20,000 worth of some kind of product. If we owned the company and once we paid all our expenses off like machinery, electricity, packaging, etc… we would come out with $15,000 in our pockets.

However, in most companies, we’re just a piece of the puzzle or pyramid. So that $20,000 of initial value that we create is given to our boss, who takes a piece for his role, and who gives the rest to his boss and it’s also shared with other important departments like marketing and R&D. So at the end of the day you may receive $1000 from your $20,000 of value that you created in a week and that is sold to the end user for $20,000.

That’s why I’m a big fan of small businesses, where the filtration process between the person creating the value and the end consumer is very short. Ideally, you’d want to be involved in a small enterprise that is able to create significant value for a large number of end consumers with minimal resources. For me that’s very elegant and sexy.

Unfortunately, in most cases only large companies are able to create large amounts of value of a large market due to their extensive network of resources. But you need to be careful with these giants of industry. They’re often over bloated with conflicting levels of management and they innovate and adapt at the pace of snails.

For those reasons, I’ll continue to stick with small and efficient, innovation based enterprises.

Motivational Poem

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Today’s featured poem is a motivation poem. I hope it motivates us all to put in the extra effort in all aspects of our lives. Sometimes our daily tasks may feel very routine and unspectacular. That’s when we need a little bit of motivation.

 

Your Road

No matter what,
you think or do.
You’re truly unique,
possess a rare view.

Even though life,
may become a routine.
Against discouragement,
there is a vaccine.

You just need to,
look in to your heart,
For that is where,
this journey will start.

In yourself,
you must believe.
You have the power,
to successfully achieve.

If often takes,
time and pure sweat.
Lack of focus,
is your lonesome threat.

The road which leads,
to the passion you crave.
Is right in your face,
enjoy while you pave.

by anitapoems.com

 

I guess this poem turned out to be motivational with regards to setting goals and achieving them. The last two stanza’s or verses are the most relevant to me. The second last verse mentions that we must not only work hard but we also need to have patience and be focused.

I’ve learned that having patience and being focused are absolutely critical to achieving any goals. Whether these are related to school, work, sports, or just a hobby, we need to put in the time, because nothing is instant.

Some of us may doubt that with examples we may here in the media about someone developing an amazing website or app over a weekend and making millions as a result. But if you really think about it, for that person to gain the knowledge to be able to do that in just one weekend, took many years, and countless hours. This person was probably passionately learning his or her craft on Saturday nights while friends were out partying.

The other key ingredient is a focused mind. This means completely diving into your task at hand with passion and commitment. This requires curiosity and a craving from within. That’s why it’s vital that you love what you are doing. Because if you love what you’re working on, it won’t seem like work, but rather a hobby and much closer to play than work.

The last verse talks about finding what you love to do. The truth is, the answer is often right in front of you. You just need to be very honest and frank with yourself, and ask yourself what is it that you truly enjoy or love to do.

Once you figured that out and found your road, the rest is easy and fun. This includes just doing it and paving this road of yours.

Good luck and I hope today’s poem has motivated and inspired you to pursue your passions.

A Poem of Healing

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I was inspired to write today’s poem of healing after reading an interesting article on pbs.org about a doctor and poet duo going around and encouraging the ill at a Florida hospital to express themselves through poetry.

I’ve spent my fair share of time in the hospital when I was younger. So the following poem is based on my experiences and on hope.

 

Hope and Rose

As I lay here,
all alone.
I feel like a statue,
made of stone.

The pain is not constant,
it comes and goes.
My spirit fights,
warmed by hope and rose.

I am not worried,
about the pain.
But rather the cause,
of my body’s stain.

Pain is like a canary,
notifies when something is wrong.
Hope and rose,
keep me strong.

Hope is something,
deep inside.
Rose reminds me,
of my life outside.

by anitapoems.com

 

Hope is very important for those who are experiencing illnesses of varying magnitudes. The rose in this poem is meant to represent a red rose or any other type of flowers that patients may have in their hospital rooms.

I think having flowers by ones hospital bed is a good thing. When I was ill, they reminded me of nature and the simple things I took for granted when I was well. Flowers also gave me hope, and motivated me to get better, so that I may once again run in the grassy fields outside, breath the fresh air, and experience dirt and mud once again.

This was a personal poem of healing. I encourage you to write your own, if you ever end up stuck in a hospital bed. The process of writing poetry may not only help in the healing of your body, but may also feel like a liberating experience for your soul.