Poems, Poetry

One Day…

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One day, you’ll want silence,
but there will be harsh violence.
One day, you’ll want peace,
there will be no one to cease.
One day, you’ll cry loudly,
and there won’t be any shoulder to wipe your tears gently.
One day, you’ll be wanting to smile,
and you’ll have to walk miles.
One day, you’ll want a hug,
and there will be no one to give you a warm coffee cup.
One day, you’ll want LOVE,
but that would be too tough.
One day, you’ll be really mean,
that you never had seen,
One day, when you’ll want me,
One day, you’ll want to see me,
One day, for me you’ll sing a song,
and I will be GONE!!!!

This post was submitted by komal gupta.

Change

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Life seems to go along.
Each day the sun comes up.
Each night the sun goes down.
Some days are good, some not so much.
Some days hold great joy.
Others hold heartbreak and sorrow.
As I look back on the years
I realize that there were more good than bad.
As the years went by
I was busy with husband,
Children,
Home,
Family.
And while I wasn’t looking closely,
My children grew up.
They moved out.
Some moved away.
I will always be a mother,
But not in the same every day way.
That part of my life,
The part that I had known and loved best
Had changed.
I realized I wasn’t ready.
I didn’t want this change in my life.
Nevertheless it came.

When I was a young mother;
So busy, tired, and sometimes stressed;
My father told me that someday I would look back and see
That these were the best days in my life.
He was right.

Fortunately the changes weren’t all bad.
My children had become great people.
Soon they had children and my role in life had changed again.
I am now Grandma and it is good;
So good.

So through this journey of change,
I have come to realize that it is inevitable and unstoppable.
Change like everything in life is really what we make of it,
How we accept and embrace it.
Growing up;
Marriage;
Children;
Grandchildren;;
And hopefully great grand children; they are good changes to look forward to.
I try to remember that always.

This post was submitted by Paula Lythgoe.

A night without punctuation

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Toward the shore we sail
We
lonely travelers

If we could only find the way
to be born again
and again
into the naked mornings
and our bare thoughts tremble
restless scratches
the skin of the night
In the boat of hope
We sail
towards you
O dawn
rising above the eyelids
grown heavy
And no one has the strength
even a grain of strength
to put at least a comma

This post was submitted by Cyrilla Moraes.

Do You Remember?

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Do you remember when you said you loved me?
Do you remember telling me you cared?
Do you remember saying,
You will always be there?

I loved you with all I had
With everything I owned,
I just want to hear you
I want to pick up the phone.

But then I think, why?
Why am I calling you?
Is it possibly because
I have nothing better to do?

You said I was the best you ever had,
Do you still think the same?
Will you please bring me back,
Into this game?

I loved you, and I still do,
But I must try to let go.
Try not to think of
All my old hopes.

This post was submitted by Anastasia.

The beauty that once surrounded me

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I look around me and I find the things I’ve seen have made me blind.
I can no longer look and see the beauty that once surrounded me.
I see the world with eyes anew, the greed and hate, intolerance too, have taken over to leave behind a landscape bare of all that’s kind.

Once we shared and shared alike. Our homes and hearts were open too.
What we had was there for all.” What’s mine is yours” was all the tone.
Now “What’s yours is mine, what’s mine’s my own”

I dream that things will change again, that new will not be the end.
That we will save the things we have. Not cast aside as fashioned slave.
The desire, greed and envy trend will fade as we make do and mend.

Our world would avoid the change in nature as men’s natures grew.
In taking less and giving more, we feed the hungry, help the poor.
A wealth that we have never known is there for all, no man alone.
No lottery, no selfish gain. A richness we had lost is found.
Life’s joy and happiness laughter sound.

This post was submitted by Diana Fredriksson.

Like we used to

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I look at her and then at you.
I realize what this comes to.
You’re eyes directly avoid my stare.
My heart is broken and you don’t care.

I look at her and then at you.
I can’t accept the fact we’re through.
The very last time we hugged.
I admitted you were the first boy I ever loved.

I look at her and then at you.
You won’t ever understand the pain you put me through.
Each day I cry from memories with you.
You hurt me; something you promised you would never to do.

I look at her and then at you.
Do you do anything like we used to.
Either way I’ll never know.
Your heart is just to dark to ever show.

This post was submitted by Jenna Nicole.

What is Love?

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I looked at you,
You looked at me.
We looked in each others’ eyes,
I almost melted and caved.
I miss you,
I miss us.
What happened?
I always wonder, was it my fault?
It couldn’t have been!
We both got hurt,
We both lost each other,
What can we do?
Start over?
But then it starts all over again.
What is love?
Love is complicated,
Love is Magic and Confusing.
Love is when both partners are:
Loyal to each other,
Open with each other,
Voluntarily holding onto each other.
and finally,
Enjoy one another through it all.
Love is when you can pass through all the arguments,
and still be together.
Do I love you?
Of course, no doubt about that.
Otherwise I wouldn’t have cared about you so much,
even after you left.
But the question is,
Do you truly love me?

This post was submitted by Selena Marie Garza.

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