Quotes about support, page 2
Daggered
There is awesome fear in my voice,
To become a liar may need courage,
But life is the same, just rude, for me.
The fear is a feeling of strength,
I have this for my words to sound.
I froze when he spoke, I am so improper,
They support me, I do not skilfully support,
I just help with strong talk, justice is about.
To fear is the typical tactic, to fear me is about.
It is improper to scare us, for we fear and laugh.
They spoke after him, after the group was me,
And the discussion ended so divinely;
A path took our support, we ventured and gained,
But the enemy is about, motivated to strike
With daggers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Caring Person
It takes strong arms
to support the weight
of a breaking heart.
It takes strong shoulders
to comfort someone
with a grieving soul.
It takes a caring person
to be that strong support.
We walk tall throughout the world,
but even a mighty branch can break.
This is when we seek out a caring person,
who can be our supporting frame.
Someone who will stand by us
when all the others have gone,
our support in time of need.
You need strong arms to hug someone
when they feel they cannot go on.
You need strong shoulders for someone to cry on
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poem by David Harris
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Support! Qatar
Support! Qatar ***
To host World Cup 2022 for soccer
Imagine!
When the whole World get together
In the capital of magic and the beauty
And the authentic Arabic manner
Qatar is the pearl of Gulf
Keeping the peace and doing a favor
In the region it is as peacekeeper
And among countries
It is the first backer
For others
All honorable people in the World
Will support! Qatar
To be the only competitor
For sure the World will never forget
This Event forever
Let us support Qatar
Let us plant warmth's seeds
And change the hot weather
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poem by Naji Almurisi
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Efforts Of The Underdog
The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'
The only reason why I desire to compete,
Is...
'The Good Guys Seem To Be The Ones Defeated'
And I...
Support the efforts of the underdog.
Everyone seems to wish,
To kick those down and out.
Everyone seems to desire,
To be everywhere...
To champion despair.
The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Feel That The World Is Against You
You feel that the World is against you and nothing for you is going right
And you struggle just for to make ends meet and life is a hard uphill fight
But than you there are far worse off people though you do not see things that way
In Rwanda a Country in Africa teenagers to support their families work today.
Their parents by war taken from them and the eldest members of the family
Must work for to support their younger siblings they only know of poverty
In our society you may seem a poor man but poverty one can compare
And in the eyes of a Rwandan you would be a multi billionaire.
On five hundred dollars a week take home pay you support your two young children and your wife
As well as buy food, pay bills and the mortgage you do know about the hard life
In this Land they call you a battler you struggle just for to get by
Though the millions of battlers of Rwanda would say that the good life you enjoy.
You feel the whole World is against you a poor fellow on a poor street
But your fridge of food never empty and you and your family
have plenty to eat
And the hungry poor of Rwanda with you only would disagree
They would see you as a wealthy person for they know of extreme poverty
poem by Francis Duggan
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Making Of A Man
Man doesn't want to beg or rob
To support himself he needs and wants a job
And when he does, he'll do the best that he can
And truly what he does, makes himself a man,
He doesn't want to rely by the support of others
Whether they be friends or strangers, or sisters or brothers
He wants to build and support with his own two hands
As that is truly, what makes himself a man,
He wants to be proud of how he lives his life
As he would rather give than take, from the needy in life
The calluses on his hands shows where he has been
As being a lazy man, he will never be accused of that sin,
Everything he owns he has paid for and bought
From the work he has done, the possessions he sought
And the pride started when he could either begged or steal
But then he knows that life is either a sweet or sour pill,
He lives by his pride and his honor is his work
Supporting himself and his family is his greatest perk
He will continue this tradition until he cannot anymore
When his body is tired, and his muscles are sore,
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poem by Randy McClave
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Hurry Up! The Authorities Head This Way
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
Forget about all of that,
Common sense with sanity talk.
That has long been aborted.
And away from reality,
People have walked!
Or screamed their way...
Into a rehabilitation cage.
To be monitored with instructions...
For a possibility of returning back,
To take their place...
In a society completely and totally crazed.
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
You must choose a side very soon,
Before you've been labelled...
A maverick misfit!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Left Alone
When my journey started
All were watching me
And guiding me
Wondering at each step I made
Each one ensuring
That I made each step right
Without tumbling
Running to my rescue
If I showed signs of discomfort
As I advanced this support and help
Started reducing
As they saw me
Helping new entrants
In making steps right
The support even stopped
And they were not forthcoming
Even if I asked for
I understood that
I needed no further help
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poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Tenderness Is A Privilege Of Few
Name the violence and her sons
A sort of callousness enshrouds us
Harsh words friendly support bitter behaviours
And tenderness is a privilege of few
I can't let you die, I can't, I am sorry
The only thing I may do for you is to allow me not to exist anymore
What I was, the one you knew has to be choked off
Despite my awkward attempt to survive with you
I do recognise that I don't deserve your memory
Stunned by the revelation I wander in despair
Still and frozen my mind learns your thoughts by heart
Is that everything lost?
And then mist in my dreams, your gaze weird moved by compassion
Does it mean that you felt my pain?
Name the violence and her sons
A sort of callousness enshrouds us
Harsh words friendly support bitter behaviours
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poem by Ilaria Boffa
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What about me
My sister gets all the love
And support she needs
She has always been first
In your mind and heart
But what about me
My brother gets anything
He wants even when he
Doesn't deserve it at all
Because he's the baby
But what about me
I'm the one you can
Count on to watch the
Animals or the kid when
You go somewhere
But what about me
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poem by Tiana Webb
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