Tag Archives: life
REQUIEM TO A SAD POETESS
Regrets
A life is filled with things we might have done
Choices not taken that we later wish we’d picked
Other times there were things said or actions
In retrospect, our own behind we should have kicked.
Yet none of us are perfect so we do make mistakes
Too many times we overreact and have our minds set
Whether just a wrong course or feelings gets hurt
We can’t dwell, spending our days living with regret.
We must learn from the past and look to the future
Not everyone will accept that we can change course
Those are the ones that will never let go of doubt
All you can do is move on, not making things worse.
We look to ones that will accept us as we truly are
Realizing the person we are inside, offering a hand
Look through the windshield, not the rearview mirror
Find those that will, by your side, always stand.
Charles Townsend
Rise!
Ups and downs nurture life
Patience and endurance help you survive
Never know when life can supply or deprive
Jumping into despair is a futile dive
Why not refrain and derive?
Seek your potentials to contrive
Original ways to strive
Against balks all along your drive
Never lose hope, but thrive
Till life gives you five!
© Chaouki Mkaddem
May 28th, 2013
LIVING WITHOUT LOVE
I could not live without love,
It’s my strength and my guide,
It’s knowing someone cares for you,
That they will always be at your side,
Love comes in many forms,
Love for family and friends,
Love for your partner,
A love that should never end.
The love for a new-born baby,
So gentle and so mild,
It was love that created,
That sweet and beautiful child.
Love for your fellow man,
Is felt when they are in pain,
Affected by their down fall,
Bring light in to their life again.
Love for life itself,
Be grateful for what you are,
Illuminate the light within,
Like the brilliance of a star.
Love lifts the spirit,
Love lifts the soul,
Give love to everyone,
That really should be our goal.
Malcolm G Bradshaw
Capture the moment – Promote Yourself
Snow on the hilltops
All night and day
There was snow
And the whiteness turned
In some places
With long steps
Tired steps
Of someone
Carrying
The burden of his life
Besides warm clothing
And some worn out shoes
Socks those were fuming
For the wet sock
Why not seek love in hills
Covered with snow
Why a beloved is not born here
And why there is not
A mad man of the snows
Snow is not as cold
There is intense heat inside
And the beloveds of the snow
Let’s sing for them tonight
Let’s tell them to lit heavy fire
Let those chimneys emit smoke
Smoke the symbol of hope
And the fire burning
The smell of baking food
And the sweetness of the beloved’s
Warmth
Let us invent a story of love
As the hills covered with snow
And the pine trees carrying the weight of snow
Bent down
And the distant houses
All covered with a thick white blanket
Sleeping
And some young girls
Making breads and hot tea for the loved ones
In the early morning
As more snow
Rains from the skies
Sweet Smiles
Sweet smiles
Of a child
Sweet innocence
Radiant skin
Beautiful within
Hours spent
Playing, laughing
Loving life
Sweet smiles
Of a child
Turning to giggles
Radiant skin
Beautiful within
Laughter contagious
Demanding love
Embracing the moment
Just the two of us
Gillian Sims
Photograph copyright Poetree Creations 2013
Sea Fever – Your Favourite Poem
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
BY JOHN MASEFIELD
I still miss you – promote Yourself
There are days,
When I miss you
With a sudden intensity
Which surprises me.
It aches, in a way I didn’t deem possible,
In a heart, I didn’t know I possessed.
And I lie in this room feigning sleep.
Pining away, struggling with my existence.
While I choke from these strange arms enveloping me.
Should I strive, in vain, for you, most divine?
Or should I instead, be miserably content with what’s mine?
– Sreshtha Sen
sreshthasen.wordpress.com
ART OF HUMAN NATURE – Promote Yourself
Wendy Shreve
Baby – Promote Yourself
You are
A long time
Coming
Now
All time is
Yours
My time is
Yours since
Before
But your
Time is
Not mine
It is yours
I get to
Watch it
To feel how
You are
Not in me
But you were
There you
Grew
Into a paw
Of blood
And time
It felt good
To share
To receive
Now I live
To give
You time
Ana Maria Caballero
“Life and the Sky ” – Promote Yourself
I think about the sky,
All the differences there,
It can be bright,
It can be cloudy,
Rain can fall down.
How are we different,
Or are we the same,
Do our emotions,
Match those same things?
Nature and life,
One and the same,
We go out in the world,
To experience life day to day.
I can be happy,
Be at peace where I am,
But the storm can come,
Shake ground I thought sound.
Will there ever,
Come a day,
When I am sure,
That what said will remain?
The sky is vast,
Beautiful at times,
Life feels the same,
Uncertain but still beauty we can find.
By: Christine Blackwell
Site: http://crissyb315.wordpress.com/
I am someone who is trying to make it through. Christine is a pseudonym for me. I am trying to get myself out there hoping to find a little more of myself through my persona and allow others to find something of worth in anything I might say. All I want is to help others realize that we mostly tend to struggle in similar ways and there are others out there who hurt like you, just try to be a friend and it can effect the world in beautiful ways. Art is a form of speaking for the soul. I release it all here, truth, anger, pain, joy, sorrow and sadness. I hope one day to be a published author of poetry books and novels, just continue to share what I love.
BATTLE FLAG
The battle flag snapped and swung up to fly in the wind
Above the post on the hill that even God had forgotten about back then
Rifles swung up and pointed out and down across the clearing
Searing rounds were sent out for the human shearing
A burst returned ripped holes in the flag that flew in the wind
Blood and mud spattered, its fabric so worn and so thin
That flew above boys that day sudden turned into men
It snapped and swung up to fly in the wind
Above the post on the hill that no one, not even God knew about back then.
Tidying the corners of your life
When you tidy the corners of your life
It is surprising what you may find,
Things that you had forgotten
That somehow were left behind,
It has been said that it is good for the soul
To tidy the corners of your life,
It cleanses your soul and your mind
And blows away your cobwebs
To concentrate on your goals,
Like a change is as good as a rest
There is nothing to compare,
To put you to the test
So if you are feeling blue
Just take the time,
To start tidying the corners of your life
There is nothing to be lost,
It may show you a path to new horizons
And a clearer kind of life
One that may be inspirational,
One that you may find just right
By Gillian Sims 2011