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Monday 30 April 2018

The True Meaning Of Life.

The True Meaning Of Life
By Pat A. Fleming

The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn't care.

I stood on my own,
And I still found my way,
Through some nights filled with tears,
And the dawn of new days.

And now with old age,
It's become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.

And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go.
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Tuesday 24 April 2018

Ode To You

Ode To You
By Carl Sinclair

Every morning I see your face,
And for that fleeting second I'm in a different place,
A place where we smiled, laughed, and talked,
A place where we could hold hands wherever we walked,
I'm reminded of this each and every day,
Then the sleep clears and it's all blown away.

Realization sets in and I'm all alone,
I quickly have to check my phone,
In case you've called or sent me a text,
Then it hits harder as what come next,
Is the empty screen with your smiling face,
And the emptiness of this forsaken place.

I wither up inside as all my hopes disappear,
And the burn in my heart really starts to sear,
I sink back in my bed and think of you,
And wonder if there's anything I can do,
I'm knocked back every time I try to get through,
And now the decision is up to you.

Leave me out here in the cold and the rain,
Leave me to choke on the tears and the pain,
Missing you every minute of every day,
Loving you more and more in my way,
One day, my love, this will all be like a dream,
I just hope we can dream it together in our place so serene.

Saturday 14 April 2018

Hopelessly In Love

Hopelessly In Love
By Keith Hank

Before I met you,
I felt that I couldn't love anyone,
That nobody would be able to fill the void in my heart,
But that all changed when I met you.
Then I came to realize you were always on my mind.
You're funny and sweet.
You make me laugh and smile.
You take away all my anger and sadness.
You make me weak when I talk to you.
Then I started to write poems about you.
Now I have come to realize that I am hopelessly in love with you.

Wednesday 4 April 2018

When she means so much to you.


Seasons Of Grief

Seasons Of Grief
By Belinda Stotler

Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief?
How can I go on or find a way to be strong?
Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?

Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.
Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.

Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me,
Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea?
How can I fill the void and deep desperate need
To replant my heart with hope's lovely seed?

Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face
And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place;
Remembering the laughter and all you would do,
Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you.

Shall spring's cheerful flowers bring life anew
And allow me to forget the agony of missing you?
Will spring's burst of new life bring fresh hope
And teach my grieving soul how to cope?

Sometimes I'll read a treasured card you had given me
And each word's special meaning makes me see,
The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive,
And I realize you'd never want to see me grieve.

Shall summer's warm brilliant sun bring new light,
And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight?
Will its gentle breezes chase grief's dark clouds away,
And show me a clear path towards a better day?

When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace,
I know that death and heaven brought you release;
I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea,
And, until I join you, that'll have to be enough for me.

For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth,
There'll be days I'll miss your merriment and mirth,
And sometimes I'll sadly long for all the yesterdays;
Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways.

Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me,
And the good things in life you've helped me to see;
Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain,
Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again.

Tuesday 3 April 2018

Before The Execution.

BEFORE THE EXECUTION
By Pelican.

The wind of regret blows,
This deep feeling of despair grows,
All that remains is a mirage,
Parked all my shortcomings into wishful garage,
Locked up in this prison of inaction,
Silence and patiently waiting are now my only reaction,
I guess my cup is full,
It's clear I've been a fool,
I wish I didn't do the things I did,
I wish to turn back time and go back to being a kid,
I wish I wasn't a blind believer of love,
I wish I can just fly away like a dove,
Heartbreak seems to be my shadow,
Tears seems to be my pillow,
Emptiness is all I see when I look into the mirror,
Turned out to be the villain in my quest of being the hero,
Waiting for the end is a tough wait,
Memories of love now filled with hate,
Someday this prison door will be open,
But it's not for freedom,
It's for the day my eyes will no longer be woken,
Elegy and eulogy will be the anthem,
An ode on that day will be condemned,
But that's not really the day I died,
I died the day for you I cried,
For me there will be no resurrection,
Heartbroken, I died many times before my execution.

Monday 2 April 2018

Will You Ever?

Will You Ever?
By Kaitlyn M.Yawn

I don't think you will
Ever fully understand
How you've touched my life
And made me who I am.

I don't think you could ever know
Just how truly special you are,
That even on the darkest nights
You are my brightest star.

You've allowed me to experience
Something very hard to find,
Unconditional love that exists
In my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel
All the love I have to give,
And I'm sure you'll never realize
You've been my will to live.

You are an amazing person,
And without you I don't know where I'd be.
Having you in my life
Completes and fulfills every part of me.

Footsteps on mud

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