Say the Old to the Young, Say the Young to the Old: A Conversation of an Adult and a Child is a poem about a man and a child talking seriously to each other. It shows both sides of them as they speak. It also tries to understand the point of view of the two characters.
When crows fly over the Rustbelt, doves line the fence posts in neat little rows and scowl at the sky above the figures, waiting for a soothing rain that never comes.
A poem written for the victims of the global sex-slave trade. There is hope and healing for them in Jesus.
Always hope for the best. However dark the present may seem, the future holds something better. Thus, maybe someday, everything will be good and easy.
A Poem expressing the Love and Delight of the Joy of The Heart; the longing for meaning, for fulfilment or abiding satisfaction... sometimes called Peace, Love, Delight ...
"Looking for Shakespeare, An Ode to Critics of Rhyme" is written in response to critics who feel that rhyming poetry is mundane and immature.
The journey of conquering sorrow and rising in sweet blissfulness to our Higher Nature or true Self.
Being an Oompa Loompa was an inborn passion of mine that my parents put into good use by honing in on my natural Oompa Loompa skills at the tender age of 15. Thus, my career took off at the factory!
The nuclear industry makes billions from building and maintaining nuclear power stations. It is not in their financial interest to broadcast just how dangerous they are.
This is a silly poem that tells the tale of a man's first date with a really hot woman. As it turns out, she's simply too hot.
“Tunnels of Tear, Shades of Hope” is a soul lifting motivational poem. This poet believes that victory is a spiritual medal and only scars of our struggles remind us we wear this medal upon our souls.
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here This is one of the most important of all holidays No doubt in my mind With my mother, grandmother, God mother all in heaven This gives me time to appreciate them even more Why stop there Wish a...
We are all connected. Often times, we may not feel connected, but we are. We are connected, not only with each other, but with the world and the universe.
A story in poetry of a love that lasted more than fifty years but lost to circumstance in a cruel twist of fate.
Let us not ask why people like so much to be sad, angry, fearful, or embarrassed. The answer is simple: we are the proud specimens of the smartest species on earth---so there must be some fun in all that, since it's so popular.
Feeling alone in a relationship can truly be detrimental to your relationships. It is imperative to communicate with your partners how you feel so that the relationship will improve.
This poem tells the story of a dream that that Lord gave me when I was about 9 years old. I was raised going to church, but I was always afraid that the Lord couldn't really love little ol' me. This dream was an answer to prayer, and I have never questioned His love for me since that day, uh, night.
A Voter's Appeal on the Philippine Barangay and SK Elections 2018 is a poem about a voter who is talking to the future leaders of the different barangays in the country. A voter has only one vote, make it count.
This is simply a poem I created out of my deep inner psyche, which is usually always geared towards the darkside of my imagination . Enjoy.
Free flowing thoughts, inane and endless, in the One Thousand and One Night kind of way. Inspired by social media and dedicated to a friend. The point of the exercise is in the eye of the beholder.
Thoughts to ponder about life and others. What we take in from the environment and how we process it is so fascinating sometimes.
This poem is titled correctly, "An Interlude." It just came to me in a short time frame and I went with it. I hope you enjoy the read.
Rhyme- Though we might be able to take shelter from the assaults of the outside world, what should we do when we are plagued with abuses from the inside world- our inner-minds?
Eavesdropping is not a good thing if we have a vested interest , but indulging in it sometime gives us an interesting insight into the human psyche.
This is a free verse poem dedicated to all mothers on this special Mother’s Day occasion.Especially I’d like to pay tribute to my late mother who was my best friend ever.There can’t be any replacement to a mother’s love and affection which is so priceless and unconditional.
This poem describes one of my more unpleasant experiences working as a freelance writer. Rarely are you paid what the time involved is really worth, but occasionally you spend hours on a project to receive no payment at all.
I can't imagine a life without prayer. As we give our troubles to a higher power we are promised peace. If you haven't tried prayer you are missing the greatest of all gifts. My loss is tolerable ..
My strange addiction is described in my rhyming poem below. It is wonderful to have a passion in life, but it can become way too intrusive when it causes me to neglect, or even forget, my necessary activities of daily living!
Hollywood's secrets are being exposed and the tables turned - the shamed victims are finally getting justice
After surviving the many hurdles of life, a couple's mature love forms a lasting union. Through their journey, couples in long term relationships celebrate the strength of sustained, romantic love.
Some deep rooted feelings and expressions are best expressed by writing, about how the bond of love grows and becomes stronger as we age. Because then you have actually lived like real Life Partners
Flowers are the most beautiful creations of Mother Nature. Capturing their beauty in camera is not easy. You can't feel their tenderness, and their fragrance. But flower pictures are a visual delight.
Time... It makes you to err and glimpse the horrors of damnation; it also conspires to have you err not and taste ephemeral emancipation.
The trial is your "now," but soon it will be your "how." You'll make it through, and you'll look back in awe at how you did it.
My grandchildren live far away in Asia. When they visit, it is a very special time. Writing poems about their activities helps me remember good times. These memories are from their visit in 2015.
This is a poem drawing attention to child soldiers in other parts of the world. Not so much what they do, but the emotional destruction they are forced to face.
A poem using a particular way of styling words to enhance their effect; to show the poetic flow in the seemingly non-poetical comment.
We have all seen them---and heard their philosophy of "everything having a price tag in life", and them able to afford it.
Opposites really do attract as evident in this rhyme below- and our relationship memes! Logical Spock, and I, are almost perfect for each other! Well, almost...
The Earth is dying by the hand of man. This is a poem from my heart, breaking for the earth. Are we going to sit and look how the Earth is being raped to death, or are we going to stand up?
Through this poem, you will enjoy the game of words related to the Heart. It also has to use your feelings. Happy reading poetry know heart.
A strange tree sits by Interstate 40. Strange because it is the kind of shrub that one would expect to find in the flower bed of a well-to-do home. This poem is inspired by this out-of-place shrub.
Where are we headed? Why is nothing enough anymore? Worthy enough? Is it real need or is it sheer greed or it's just a desperation of being worthy...
Death Is Not An Ugly Demon Knocking On Your Door It Is The Holy Trinity Of Pure Grace , Taking You Into Their Loving Divine Sacred Wings To A New Journey Of Knowing God.
Most winters, the shores of Lake Michigan become locked in ice, and some winters the ice sheet reaches beyond the horizon. The natural beauty of it touches our souls with wonder. ...
This poem/story is an introduction to a character I created for a series of children's books. I hope you enjoy The Adventures of Ashley Petunia.
The circle as a sign of eternity is well represented in nature. The shapes of celestial bodies, orbits of planets, solar systems and galaxies, follow the circular/elliptic form. Through poetry and essay, we look at the possibility that man, too, might be following the circular path.
“The flaws make people special and the gun shots kill them.” When I was child, my Mum used to say to my brother,
I hope that you will enjoy this dedication to love on Valentine’s Day, a day that we honor our spouses, partners, and soul mates. These poems and songs celebrate love and I hope you enjoy them.
In through the door walked the man with the cane By the cut of his clothes you could tell he was vain * There was just something about how he pulled out his chair That guy, oh, wait is that Fred Astaire * He snapped his fingers ...
Silence seems to have one of the loudest noise, capable of threatening the soul. Most times we don't see silence as possessive of a voice. Do you think silence has a voice? How does it speak to you?
I read last night the article by C. E. Clark that asked the question are people in a coma aware of and understand conversations around them, then I thought about when my Honey Bunny was in a coma.
This is about the amazing, undeniable bond between a mother and her son that will never be forgotten and cannot be driven away by any force or by any distance. Because of this bond, they hear each other's agonies and feel each other's pains, with no effort at all.
This is a tribute to Linda Martin, who passed away on the 31st of May. Some of her many friends gathered for a candle light vigil for Linda Martin in Peacock Park, near her home the following day.
A look at offering Light or Love, through lipped ink or words; not focusing on the laughter that pleases the mind, but the Joy that permeates the Heart.
Have you been in the Twilight zone? The Twilight zone between the end and the beginning? Come and travel with me....
We all know of those confident sellers of crappy knowledge picked up randomly from magazines and tabloids.
Life today is very tight. a lot of competition. This poem describes the life that is happening today.
Tears keep me living and I give birth to the artists, to the poets and to the unwilling writers because I Am The Weeper a keeper of my brothers dreams. I write because they won't.
Through beautiful pictures, quotes, and poetry, this hub shows us how angels can inspire us to do good with our lives by creating a more loving and peaceful world.
I think that poetry helps make sense of confused hidden feelings. It also helps with emotional healing of a failed relationship. This poem is a story about breaking up and ending a relationship of a short-lived romance.
Letters that bleed rhymes. Words that bleed meaning. Lines that bleed emotions. Prose and poetry that bleed life.
Two more poems exploring ideas that fly into my head! I thought of the possible difficulties with breathing and also of the rhythms that come with sleep & how words are exhaled as we sleep.
Two free verse sonnets expressing the joy of serving and spiritual travelling as a sojourner on the Path of Light.
Precious moments of love, though fleeting at times, can be felt even throughout the busyness of everyday life. If we take notice of these blessed moments, it will greatly nurture and feed our souls.
This article features a poem about beaches and being “Shipwrecked.” The author also offers ideas about reading poetry.
What an incredible experience I had of God can breaking through my sorrow and despair comforting me and hope by rejoicing and singing over me with His love. He offers this to those that seek Him.
A humorous children's rhyming poem about a germ named Influenza. Inspired by a sick winter household, a sneezing cat, Vicks, eucalyptus oil and many tissues.
Here is an inspirational epic poem about how one man taught a pupil how to believe in himself again. The story behind it is really intriguing.
Water IS Amazing And Manifest The Proof All Life Including Nature Can Not Exist With Out Water. Water Is Holy Source Providing Life And Communion With All Creation
A defining moment. A gambler might call it betting the whole stack. It is a moment of decision, after which nothing will ever be the same.
A poem expressing the view that to an extent, we are all refugees; we are simply travellers and this place is not our home.
"Hot as a hare, blind as a bat, dry as a bone, red as a beet, mad as a hen." An old rhyme used to determine Bella Donna poisoning. Poetry Month Poem # 17
More than two eyes are looking into a lazy rain. Then each, without speaking, describe their feelings.
These poems are based on my experience on the Indian Pacific, a bucket list journey across the Nullarbor Plain of Australia. It's an hospitable ride across an inhospitable semi-desert and is like no other train journey I've undertaken. Ride with me on this silver streak!
On this Mother’s Day, I would like to give a tribute to all the mothers out there and ofcourse to mine as well. Love you mom!
You allowed her to cry, you never asked why.. watched her fade away.. into the darkness just the moonlight....
There are those sacred moments when no one could match our own company---moments that just can't be shared.
The proud Warlpiri woman peers at the bushland across the street from her mother’s place at the edge of the Alice Spring’s township. She is about to give a voice to those who have none...
If People Through Out The World Gave A Dollar A Week This World Issues On Poverty And Starvation Would No Longer Be An Issue.
Easter prayers before meals are a respected tradition throughout many American homes during this Easter holiday season. Thanking God for the smallest of food served to the most elaborate dinner...
It's an eternal question without a hope to find an answer which would please a philosopher---but that's why we have poetry to keep trying with its answers hidden in a bouquet of rhymes.
You're privileged if you can fall back on happy childhood memories. I had the luck to be one of those and I thank my parents for that.
This is a poem of a person who is lost deep in the heart of grief and loss. It describes a place of clouds called black rollers, wind, and dark magic. As he sits in his room with curtains pulled, the sun comes out. Only the curtain shields him from the brightness of the sun.
As I watch the men in power leave the white house I wonder how long until the regime will completely disintegrate. The daily news is alarming enough that my muse tells me to write.
Puffed up and sweaty after three hours of walking up the hill I stopped to admire the view of Franz Jozef Glacier that suddenly appeared out of clouds across the valley. 'I never seen glacier before.'
Each poem offers a postmodern sketch of the qualities that have stood the test of time for each man remembered. Some were friends; others were just fiends, although begging for expression.
When I moved to California, the Birds of Paradise were the first plants that caught my eye. Here's a poem about this experience.
She's here. She's there. And sometimes, she's nowhere, but always hurting the random love of a nameless man.
What is real courage? Is it the ability to stand and fight? Or maybe it’s knowing when to concede defeat? Is it guts, audacity, daring.
I used in this poem the rhyming scheme which Edgar Allen Poe used in his famous poem 'The Raven' which was partly inspired by the pet raven of Charles Dickens.