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A sweet poem of Kylie Paddilla for his father Robin Padilla

A sweet poem of Kylie Paddilla for his father Robin Padilla

On its 52nd  year of life of Robin Padilla  received a sweet poem for her daughter Kylie Padilla, his daughter with Liezel Sicangco.  The poem is about   how grateful She is for all the has done to all of them. Her daughter kylie’s thankful for having a father like Robin for all the guidance throughout her life  

 
“Crossroads”

“Crossroads”

This crossroads poem I wrote during my 2nd year college 2nd Sem. It will be published in Peppercrayons Facebook page on February 2, 2022. While composing this poem I don’t  know where to start but I tried to figure out how to start it in summation that other can relate. I’m not a professional on writing poem but by doing this I can unambiguous what I want. Crossroads is all about a real experience when you love a friend or…

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A poem for strong woman

A poem for strong woman

A strong woman is one who feels deeply and loves fiercely. Her tears flow as abundantly as her laughter. A strong woman is both soft and powerful, she is both practical and spiritual. A strong woman in her essence is a gift to the world.- “Native American Saying”.This poem will makes me feel stronger. If your deeply love a poem every single word of it will give you strength of this poem.It can motivate someone.A strong woman is a woman…

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How to composed a poem?

How to composed a poem?

Are you thinking how to start composing a poem? We have our own indication how do it. Composing a poem can vented your feeling or the situation you’ve been go through. However, there are many ways how to make it or want to composed it. Every individual’s skill is different. Some are wants it composed by the current situation some wants with their past. If you are poem lover it feels like you are more than delighted if you can…

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The Apprentice

The Apprentice

( by: Ana Marie Natividad ) People always get the drift of success; the crown, that magnificent triumph of feat. People always clench   the victory; the edict, that greatness comes only to the few Belittling I not was an excuse. The bone trembles into the remorse, could I be devoured? For few will only survive, exonerating my cues. I am an apprentice of victory, Tainted to ridicule the doubt that is in me. I am an apprentice of euphoric…

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