Thursday, January 1, 2004

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell Comments

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I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
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Gwendolyn Brooks
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MAHTAB BANGALEE 20 October 2022

Everything wann be before the heaven leaving the !

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Chinedu Dike 19 October 2022

Nicely thought out and we'll penned

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A beautiful poem well crafted.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 May 2021

Another amazing poem of the great poetess, most deserving poem as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Created straight from the heart.

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Alex karev 01 March 2018

Can u guys give me an rhyme example

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Anil Kumar Panda 05 May 2017

Nice one.It is the need of everyone when one returns home tired. Thanks for posting. congrats.

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Tom Allport 05 May 2017

a poem of hopeful return to the things of a basic life once led? ..............well written.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 05 May 2017

old purity could love. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 May 2017

My honey! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 05 May 2017

Be firm......... thanks for posting......

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Melissa Muchemwa 27 March 2007

another great poem by Gwendolyn Brooks that simply comes from the heart xxx

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