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Love comes in numerous colors
the color of spring is
one of the prettiest!
When an older person says something, we tend to realize how much we've yet to learn.... but when a younger person speaks up, we tend to remember how much we've forgotten. Everyone helps someone else even when they don't realize it. Have you hugged a child today?
I'm a hostess in several groups of poetry
on Facebook. I was thinking of grandparents and
the things they could teach us. Then I began
to think of the grandchildren as well.
It's amazing how much we can learn from them.
Hugzzz!!
The years go rolling by
leaving behind  only memories
precious ones
dark ones
unforgettable ones

The years go so quickly
children stomping in mud puddles
teenagers talking on the telephone
music changes
and we keep on going strong

The years have surpassed us
with shattered dreams
broken promises
painful nights
tears that fell like rain

But again in a new light
the years have given us
new hope
new love
new dreams
and a reason for living

The past lies in the past
the storms are long gone
think of tomorrow
and remember
today is a gift
you can take away my clothes
you can take away my home
you can take away my car
even my precious stones

you can take away my sight
you can take away my heart
you can take away my health
even my possessions

with all my worldly goods gone
and with my family all laid to rest
with all the good things in life gone bad
even those closest to me

you can't have it all
I've got my pride
I've got my soul
and I have God to lean on

stripped down bare
through and through
even with all of it gone
I still have enough love
to go around
It's never to early for the sun to rise
for the Lord has it all planned out
as I look across the horizon
and see the rainbow colors
that bring the sun to the surface
I stand in awe
it's beauty is breathtaking
it's none other than a miracle

It's never too soon for the sun to set
for the Lord has it all planned out
as I look across the horizon
and see unspoken beauty
that fills the land and skies in color
I stand in awe
it's beauty excites me so
it's none other than amazing

Sunrise, Sunset
beauty ever prevails
look with the eys
but see with the heart
I'm longing for Spring, and desire
to see the bright colors again.
I saw it first
it's mine
it's mine

It was for me
not you
not you

I don't like it
no way
no way

I want that one
not her
not her

I saw it first
it's mine
it's mine

Now go away!
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
why do you cry
I've lost my stuffing
and button for my eye

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
where have you been
I've roamed and traveled
just to see my friend

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
who d o you love
I adore my friends
and angels above

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
what have you done
I've love and was hugged
and I'm still not done
I actually wrote this by ink on March 4, 2014. It was
in that afternoon at 5:15 p.m.
I often write by ink, keeping the mighty sword
in the grips of my hand.
Ah, but the beauty of a butterfly
blooms with deep within
the yellows as the sun
the greens as the grass
the blues of the skies
fluttering in the wind

Ah, but the beauty of a butterfly
bring forth radiance
her wings spread abroad
her light shines as her heart
her nights shine as day

Ah, but the beauty of a butterfly
I read a book today
the words spoke to me
from a dream
into reality
or vice versa
I don't know.

I read a book today
the words were so pure
some with love
into fantasy
or fondest desires
I don't know.

I read a book today
words cut like a knife
filled with hate
and with despair
or pure agony
I felt it.

The book spoke to me
the words were vivid
someone else's life
poured out in ink
and made me wonder
somewhere inside
I needed to know.
take it away
I can't stand it anymore
the pain
the fears
the heartaches

take it away
I don't want to see it
the scars
the loss
the heartbreaks

take it away
I want no part of this
my friends
family
unbearable

a river of hurt
cries from the grave
it's back
the killer
please...
take it away
Cancer is one of the many illnesses
that befalls upon so many men
and women, bringing pain
and suffering to us and to those
we love. If God's will,
let pray it away!
I can't help but think of him
he is always on my mind
his lips next to mine
the way he walks
the words he speaks
oh the memories!

I can't help but love the man
he is always in my heart
my heart beats so fast
when he's next to me
oh the memories!

I can't quite help myself
he is always in my head
my breath slows to a nil
when I think of him
oh what memories!
upon its limbs
the robin sings
baby birds tweet
for their mother

hung from above
an old swing sways
small children play
filled with laughter

the old oak tree
holds memories
upon each branch
another story

upon its limbs
leaves start to fall
softly below
brown, green, and yellow

I won't forget
the times shared there
as the robin sings
in the old oak tree
When the sun outshines the moon
I will be there by your side
I will love you, keep you, honor you
each day and every night

May the day bring you sunshine
and may your night be lit with hope
thanks to all my friends and family
in this cruel world I can cope

When the moon outshines the stars
I still won't be so far away
I will hold a special place for you
in a very special way

I thank God for friends like you
who make it all worth the while
and may blessings be sent in showers
as I listen and watch you smile
It isn't every day
that someone writes something
that triggers a memory
or a bit of a spark
but when that day comes
the post is noted
taken to heart
shared by many
and touches lives

I hope that this post
brings a smile
upon your face and heart
and that each day
is full of love and hope

Blessings!
aye
but the warmth I feel
beneath its heart
warms inside of me
as I write
as I breathe
as I indulge
in the beauty
of poetry

yes
the heart of the sun
is so gentle
as it caresses
enlightens me
delights me
thrills me
as the words
come flowing
into my head

aye
I lie here thinking
of birds singing
dogs barking
children laughing
I can't get enough
as I indulge
as I breathe
as I write
about
the sun
teen comes home
tosses books on the couch
coat on the floor
ne'er a hi in return
just keeps walking on by
and when I speak
he growls
and turns on the stereo
and with my words
volume is raised

then thru my teeth
I grit my anger
bite my tongue
as my patience is tried
all the while
my thoughts turning
I'm going to kick
his little red buns
someone protests
you mean white
no.....
by the time I am done
they would definitely be red
This isn't meant as in all teenagers. I know that I've come across several
that have been very well mannered, and show so much love and light.
In fact, I was thinking of my son when
i wrote this.
I'm proud to say he has grown into a very respective young man. :)
Yes, Son, I visualized you, but no, I know you never did this
(believe it or not)
I couldn't believe my eyes
that bright shining light
what was that thing anyway?

It came and went so fast
unexpected
and disappeared behind those trees

Did anyone else see it
or was I the only one
a strange thing happened

As if the lights weren't enough
and the glowing clouds
two creatures emerged

The first's head was purple
shaped like a tomato
had ears of a kangaroo

Strange, but a true story
I just wish I knew
if anyone else saw it too
Maybe I've been watching too many movies..
maybe it was a hologram
maybe I am imaginative..
but the question is..
Did YOU see it?
I've suffered from headaches
to migraines
stomach pains
lower legs to upper legs
fingers to my hands
but none of which
hurt as much as you
when you broke my heart
I have no idea what put the pep in my step,
but I am
feeling more chipper than a mouse with cheese
on Christmas Morning!
1:21 p.m. on 10-19-2015
it was beautiful outside
the sun was shining
the warm heat came through
the windshield
the robins were singing
and life was at its best
and in a matter of seconds
as she pressed the brakes
the car wouldn't slow down
but kept going forward
she saw headlights
instead of the caution lights
and then just the tree
from whence her blood
had splattered
and her body was cast
spots now before her eyes
what happened she thought
the brakes..
My Lord...
Mama? Is that you?
I'm coming home
another angel now rests
in the arms of the Lord
her wings spread abroad
as she rejoices
in song and love
a life now surpassed
but with life eternal
through the Golden Gates
Inspired by Author Tony Sarch
Inspired by Author Tony Sarch
10:30 p.m. on 3-16-2015
humiliated
distorted
abandoned
scared

why did you leave me
what did I do wrong
I tried to comfort you
I tried to help you
I lent my shoulders
so you could cry on them
I lent my heart
so you could pour out to it

now tell me
what did I do wrong
Inspired by Deborah Brooks Langford's
''Throw Away Friends''
written on: 2-28-2014@ 1:04 p.m.f
Sometimes our minds wander
into another world
lighter or darker
and we tend to roam
farther away from our destination

The problem is it happens
too often for awhile
and our hearts
are led into other worlds
all too different
farther away from whence we came

Thus, we forget
our destination
was a little closer
than we thought
by the time
we finally remembered

The good thing is
we got back on track
and began to follow
the right path
and entered new places
with unending smiles
I stray away from writing
from time to time. I come to a halt and then
I pick back up again. T'is something I do quite often.
Still, it's always nice coming back home!
Another day gone
and you're not coming home
though I've waited for you
to come through that door
so I lay in bed awake
wondering where I made my mistake
thinking 'What did I do wrong?'

Patiently I wait
but you still haven't come
and I'm torn inside out
my heart is torn in two
wondering 'Where will I go now'
as humbly my head I bow
praying ''Is Daddy coming home?"

Day after day I've cried
wanting you back with me
you're forever in my heart
as I wear tear-stained clothes
my life's now rearranged
and it feels so strange
asking  ''Please, will you come home?''

Then one night I heard
an unfamiliar sound
drifting through the house
but I knew no one else
could possibly be there
slowly I walked up the last stair
thinking, 'Dear Lord, be with me''

I stood there at first
on the brink of the steps
a drum beating in my chest
before I stepped forward
the sound closer still
''Oh Lord,'' I prayed, ''what is thy will?"

stepping now into the light
Mom was there crying
but not a sad tone, see
but rejoicing for there
above us was Daddy
nevermore out to roam
for God had taken him home
singing, ''How Great Thou Art.''

There he was at last
an unexpected angel
that had gone through
the Pearly Gates
Hallelujah to Him on High
for we'll meet again by and by
loving with purest of hearts
Listening to a young teen sing about her father who had committed suicide, I thought of one of my granddaughters as well. Her stepfather had done the same thing. This young lady's song, its words & her voice brought this to my heart:
by DJE on 1-3-2015 @ 10:24 p.m.

Revised 1-4-2015 @ 8:59 a.m.
From time to time I think of those words
'ignorance is bliss'...
but is it?

Oh, for most I'm sure that it can be
but it's not always like that...
so painful.

Other times it leaves behind scars
those little worry lines ....
upon our cheeks.

Yes, I'm sure that ignorance ...
could be bliss...
someday perhaps....
even forever.

I'll be glad to see that day.
These words spoken by our former U.S. President, Theodore Roosevelt, and for some reason they are not leaving me. I feel led to speak about it... or rather write. ''Speak softly and carry a big stick.''
This is what I believe. In his heart he thought the soft words his mother spoke to him, or perhaps he had been reading his Bible. In either case, he remembered how soft spoken words brought happy tears, much relief, and peace. I believe also he thought of the Bible Verse in Ephesians 6:11. "Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil."
In this, he wanted us to know that we can fight with the Lord in our hearts... but not a physical fight. It is indeed a spiritual fight. When he said ''speak softly and carry a big stick'' he wanted us to know that we can go in as Christians telling the world about the Lord.
The big stick would be our Bible, or perhaps some would say 'our inner strength.'
People (young and old) are more apt to listen if we speak softly instead of hollering or screaming.
Just something to think about. I wanted to share. Hugzzz!!
the space between us
is petrifying
terrifying
lonely
fearsome

just the inkling of space
sends electricity
crackling
sparking
painful

rather a mile or two
between us twain
or a foot
crying
tedious

no matter where we are
in this universe
terrifying
lonely
fearsome
You know sometimes we speak of angels
even when others don't believe
but I know that they exist
and are watching over us
caring and loving us
defending us even when
we don't realize it

If your conscience says no
when you want to say yes
t'is an angel talking to you
to teach you right from wrong
but the final decision
is but of free will
it is ours to make

I thank God for angels
that I cannot see
and I thank God for angels
just like you!
posted on Facebook
Come over to my place
and visit with me awhile
satisfaction guaranteed
you'll leave
with a great big smile

Come into my parlor
and hold me close to you
lead me into strange lands
tell me
what you want me to do

Come a little closer
and grab me really tight
make me believe in you
everything
is feeling ever so right

Come into my bedroom
and close the door, My Love
tell me all your secrets
everything
you're the one I've dreamt of

Come into my castle
lay your clothes upon the floor
kiss me into the dawn
everywhere
I'll leave you wanting more

Just come in, My Dear
....
you're welcome anytime
This really may not have to be
classified as adult, but I feel better
in setting it as so
What day is it when your granddaughter comes to you
and say the sweet words 'I love you' for the first time
I can tell you exactly what day it is
it is a time for rejoicing
in spirit
about health
love
and family
blinded by the light
my heart skips a beat
the glare's too much
no place to go
unlike where I've been
help me

blinded by the glare
my heart beats faster
all unknowing
nothing to do
but sit here in fear
help me

what did the maid do
with my glasses?
What time is it
Is it a time for love
Is it time for romance
It is time for understanding
.. for caring
for sharing
as two hearts beat as one

What time is it
Is it a time for to love
Is it time to caress
It is time for appreciation
.. for mending
for giving
as two hearts give their all

Time is everything
but more joyous
when there is love
What happens when we waken to a world of wealth
We only desire to be that much more wealthy

What happens when we waken to a world of crime
We only expect the worst around the next corner

What happens when we waken to a world of pain
We hurt inside and out and the pain is unbearable


but...

What would happen if we waken to a world of peace
We would be shocked, and wonder how long it will last
written on June 16, 2015
at 1:07 p.m.
What happens when we waken to a world of wealth
We only desire to be that much more wealthy

What happens when we waken to a world of crime
We only expect the worst around the next corner

What happens when we waken to a world of pain
We hurt inside and out and the pain is unbearable

but...

What would happen if we waken to a world of peace
We would be shocked, and wonder how long it will last
I wrote this over a year ago. :)
I passed her in the moonlight
and kept on walking
wasn't even sure
if that was her
but then when I looked back
something was missing
a hole ripped thru my heart
she was gone
was that her
was it a mirage
was it my hopes
my dreams..
I miss her..
she just disappeared
I watched for her in the distance
but saw not a thing
no one at all
not even a shadow
couldn't even hear
a whisper
because
of my teardrops
falling into puddles
Where's the blessing
when the sun refuses to shine
the birds deny their song
a child chooses to cry?

Where's the blessing
when the stars lose their glisten
the flowers forget to bloom
the pain is unbearing?

Where's the blessing
when a mother forgets her child
then turns and walk away
to a world of unknown?

Where's the blessing
when darkness is overcast
the world's upside down
life becomes such torture?

We tend to forget
the little things in this life
the spark to encourage
the eyes of a child.

What happened
to the blessing?
inspired by the heart of a child
the wind
whispers
through the
willows
willingly
wrap my wings around your breast
let me hold you tightly
so you can rest

lay your head upon my hand
let me guide you safely
through promised land

bring me your heart to show the Lord
let me read to you now
from His Holy Word

wrap my wings around your heart
and just know I'm watching you
as I was from the start
if you had stabbed me with a knife
it couldn't hurt any worse
if you knocked me down on the ground
at least I could have gotten up
if you split a piece of my skin
at least I could stop the blood flowing
if you stepped on my toes
it might even have done me some good
but some things don't heal
some things never heal
a broken heart sometimes
takes years to mend
but it eventually does
I've seen it too many times
felt it many lifetimes over
still, a wound is a wound is a wound
and some stab much deeper
some tears a person to shreds
some wounds don't heal
and it's sad to think of those kinds
but they're there
they pull you down
even when all else goes well
but the deep wounds
have a tendency
to make us forget the good things
if you had stabbed me with a knife
at least my heart could rest
12:41 a.m. 2-11-2015
YOU
YOU
The sun rises and sets
upon your sweet face
a bit of nature
in all its grace

The sun flames in beauty
upon objects below
a bit of kindness
doth it overflow

The sun shines brightly
upon a quiet land
a bit of humility
as I hold your hand

The sun rises and sets
upon your sweet face
a bit of nature
can ne'er replace

The beauty I see
upon your sweet brow
may it shine forever
beginning now
YOU
YOU
the light
bounces off of your eyes
and fills the room
with your beauty
your devotion
your heart


the shadow
bounces off of your face
and covers me
with your passion
your life
your soul

t'is love
booming from deep within
and fills my world
with your passion
your piety
your presence
You don't really know someone if you don't take your time out to get to know them. You judge by character or by face, yet what can you really say about them? You don't know their favorite color or favorite food, not even their utmost favorite place to eat. You judge me because you took one look, but you didn't even say hi. I didn't hear a word because you said it behind my back. How can you know someone if you don't communicate or if you don't give some kind of sign that you're interested in them? Do you know their pain or what makes them smile.... do you know what kind of person is sitting next to you right now? You don't know if you don't try to get to know them. Perhaps you thought you did, but you don't know me.
I began writing prose today. (2-17-2015) I hope you are taking a part in it. Thank you!

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