childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Dead Poets Society
In the picturesque town of Welton, Vermont, nestled amidst the rolling hills, an extraordinary teacher named John Keating arrived at the esteemed Welton Academy. It was the year 1959, and the traditional, rigid values of the school stood firm, preparing its students for a life of conformity and societal expectations. Little did they know that the arrival of Mr. Keating would stir the very foundation of their lives.
By Abdul Ahad3 years ago in Poets
Life is dominated by
Life is dominated by a string of hope, hope to fulfill life. Because a person has hope, life is replaced, alive only feel meaningful, only feel interesting: hope is like a sun, with it has the light, with the light has the heat, with the heat can emit lively vitality; Hope is like a stream, flow to the river, flow to the river, flow to the sea, all the life to play to the extreme. A faithful pursuer of hope does not know what old age is. Hope is by no means a stingy giver, but neither is it a generous Lord Mengchang. You sweat the cost of sweating, bleeding is bleeding harvest, but your eyes sometimes see too close, just a step, then delusion to get the light of hope. Ask: how can there be light without darkness; Without perseverance, how can there be a successful day? From hope to the ultimate goal, there is a considerable distance during this period, the greater the goal of hope, the more tortuous the road, encountered more difficulties; Therefore, more need to strong will, patient efforts, with heroic steps, toward the future of hope, non-stop walking, so that one day will taste the things of hope.Life is dominated by a string of hope, hope to fulfill life. Because a person has hope, life is replaced, alive only feel meaningful, only feel interesting: hope is like a sun, with it has the light, with the light has the heat, with the heat can emit lively vitality; Hope is like a stream, flow to the river, flow to the river, flow to the sea, all the life to play to the extreme. A faithful pursuer of hope does not know what old age is. Hope is by no means a stingy giver, but neither is it a generous Lord Mengchang. You sweat the cost of sweating, bleeding is bleeding harvest, but your eyes sometimes see too close, just a step, then delusion to get the light of hope. Ask: how can there be light without darkness; Without perseverance, how can there be a successful day? From hope to the ultimate goal, there is a considerable distance during this period, the greater the goal of hope, the more tortuous the road, encountered more difficulties; Therefore, more need to strong will, patient efforts, with heroic steps, toward the future of hope, non-stop walking, so that one day will taste the things of hope.Life is dominated by a string of hope, hope to fulfill life. Because a person has hope, life is replaced, alive only feel meaningful, only feel interesting: hope is like a sun, with it has the light, with the light has the heat, with the heat can emit lively vitality; Hope is like a stream, flow to the river, flow to the river, flow to the sea, all the life to play to the extreme. A faithful pursuer of hope does not know what old age is. Hope is by no means a stingy giver, but neither is it a generous Lord Mengchang. You sweat the cost of sweating, bleeding is bleeding harvest, but your eyes sometimes see too close, just a step, then delusion to get the light of hope. Ask: how can there be light without darkness; Without perseverance, how can there be a successful day? From hope to the ultimate goal, there is a considerable distance during this period, the greater the goal of hope, the more tortuous the road, encountered more difficulties; Therefore, more need to strong will, patient efforts, with heroic steps, toward the future of hope, non-stop walking, so that one day will taste the things of hope.
By Andrea Shelton3 years ago in Poets
