I see


  • Philosophy

    I see

    I see this big bright world

     full of places to see

     people to be

      I wonder each day as I awake

    What will I see, who could I be

     We are all different yet we are all the same

     We all need to feel alive, and needed, is that not the same

     Yet we yell, who is it that must be blamed

      Why must there be such a word called hate

      Life will open the gates

      We must all arise from it all

       We must believe in ourselves

      Before we can ever be found

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    aysha’s Poems (15)

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    I see 0
    Time 0
    Within 1
    I still await for you here 2
    Stand up tall 0
    I lost you 0
    You are no longer near 1
    This must be told..... 1
    What happend 0
    I run free 1
    Our Love 0
    Love is all around 2
    How could this be? 1
    Mother/ Devil/ Who Knows???? 1
    You are my Star 1