22
Apr
08

WINGLESS DOVE

In a lifetime, every body has his own share of a broken heart. Some just forget them, some treasured them in their memories so it can be recalled anytime, and some write them so it can be shared to someone else. Here is mine, one of my firsts:

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6 Responses to “WINGLESS DOVE”


  1. April 23, 2008 at 3:36 pm

    i was only grade four when you wrote this poem. my first original piece of writing was one i did when i was in third year high school, 1979, that was.
    thanks for charing this! peace…

  2. April 24, 2008 at 12:47 am

    your poem teaches that life experiences at first can bring the best or worst in us, but I think, the most important thing is that you became a deep thinker, a writer.pls, find time to view my son, his friends and some of my simple articles in gatsulat.blogspot.com thank you so much

  3. April 24, 2008 at 5:14 am

    eunice,
    i have been there and i promise, i’ll be its frequent visitor. “that’s what friends are for” (stevie wonder song), di ba?

  4. June 6, 2008 at 8:10 am

    your poem “wingless dove” seemed to devalued things with love. how come there’s no pride when you fall in love? was it forbidden one or busted one?

  5. June 6, 2008 at 9:25 am

    Many believe that what hurts us can make us strong. Apparently, you have picked up the pieces and moved on. And I believe itís the love that remains in us that makes us stronger. Let me share with you this passage,

    I Corinthians 13:4-8 (NIV)

    4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
    5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
    6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
    7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
    8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

  6. October 6, 2008 at 8:21 am

    manoy doro, does it hurt any different when you are a man? life without love indeed, is nothing but a wingless dove…


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