Soon the sun will set in this valley
Where I've roamed for many a year,
So many questions left unanswered!
So many answers remain unclear!
And others will ask what has been asked before,
But this much I know:  I'll ask no more

I cannot say that I'll miss this Earth
That censured me at every turn;
Too often were tearful lessons laid
On a heart that was too slow to learn,
And many more tears will flood misery's shore,
But this much I know:  I'll cry no more

And as for love that hid from my view -
Come, emerge from your hiding place!
I'll no longer seek your charity,
Supplication was my heart's disgrace;
Surely, more lonely hearts will plead at your door,
But this much I know:  I'll beg no more

This frame will dissolve into the soil
To nourish the worms and green things,
And flowers and birds will take delight,
Uncomprehending the gifts death brings;
And life will continue the same as before,
But this much I know:  I'll be no more

See, a child is a responsibility -
Before, it is a choice
She is not a puppet nor a doll
He develops words, she has a voice

He is the whisper of God, an angel adorned
She is a jar of air sent down from heaven
Meant to be released into -
The world once she is born

You can love him, you can teach her
You can journey with him through on
But you cannot - for the life of me - cannot
Treat her as your own -

Body, mind or soul
Truly, understand that your child -
Can grow to be different from you

We all bloom into different flowers
Yet, we can all learn how to grow -
Side by side in a meadow -
Under the same sky of blue

So before you take that responsibility
Before you make it a possible choice
Know, that a child like an adult
Is also gifted with a set of their own -

Body, mind and soul

MAN HAS SO MUCH FARTHER TO GO WITHIN HIMSELF

the moon
bounded along

leaping from roof
top to roof top

keeping up with the car
like a pet

that had been left behind
racing after its master

not understanding how
it had been forgotten

the night had a slight
July taste to it

I almost expected the moon
to bark.

It ran into a rather large cloud
that engulfed it

like a giant white corpuscle
ingesting a microbe

we never knew if
the moon survived

as we swerved left
and left it behind

only that there was a howling
that went on and on

*

“We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.”

― Anaïs Nin

i wrote a poem and wanted to hear ur thoughts ok here it is

I'm scared of dying...like most empathetic humans are,
but I have to try extra hard to not have an existential crisis. Or two. Or ten...
and my late nights begin with starring at dotted ceilings or purple curtains or clenching them tight because I'm scared of the shadows I might glance at!
but sometimes I don't notice that they're open
and I'm just blankly starring into an abyss of darkness.
It's so hard to be happy when there are monsters under the bed.
They tug at my limbs until I cry,
they want me dead
and I believe their whispers
but I'm so scared of dying!
Skeletons dance around my head,
taunting my flesh to join them in the dirt, even though I repeat, "no, no, no, make it stop!"
But the demons don't care...
But, there is this one angel,
who brings me back to happy, to serenity, and content minded smiles.
The angel sings to me about sunshine and reminds me that I'm loved
and sometimes I feel guilty
because the angel helps me but sometimes the monsters outnumber the angel in my mind
but when the angel kisses my lips while caressing my cheek,
the skeletons dance away, and I have this goofy grin on my face that is real!
And it lasts long enough to lock the monsters out of my room.

"Add a poem."

It said.

But I don't know what to write.

What kind of poems are there? Love poem? Rhyming? Haikeu? Free style?

I have decided,

This is the poem of "I don't know what to write poem."

Pretty neat, huh?

Haha.

What does happen in the night?,
where restless youths beg for a fight,
where women with all dignity lost, will sell you their services at a cost,

where men will pay for their hunger to sate and tell their wives they're coming home late, where knowing wives are sat at home, waiting by the telephone, hoping he has done what's right, but that's not what happens in the night.

The children cower in their beds, the fear of the night sat in their heads, imagining monsters, causing fright, but that's not what happens in the night.

The children do not know, why mothers eyes are red, why father is not home, tucking them into bed, but father is still searching for that which will excite, for this is what happens, in the absence of light.

I'd never try to put in words
   the pain you're going through;
Though yet I hope to share some love,
   from my heart now to you.

You've lost a special angel now,
   she left you far too soon;
You miss her arms around you,
   every morning night and noon.

You never quite will be the same,
   as long as your apart;
But never will you be alone..
   she's perched inside your heart.

Now hold those memories close to you,
   together that you made;
You know she wants what's best for you,
   her love to never fade.

She's moved on now to better place,
    she's walking Heaven's shore;
No soul on earth can harm her now,
    she's safe there with My Lord.

Now picture her with smiling face,
   at Home in Beulah Land;
She's walking down those streets of gold,
   with Jesus hand in hand.

So as you try to live your life,
   remember this one thing;
You're angel still is soaring high,
   just now she's got her wings!

Your name was called in Heaven's roll,
   one moment far too soon;
I miss you more than words can say,
   each moning, night and noon!

I've tried so hard to just move on,
   though long as we're apart;
There's just no hope to live again,
   with such a broken heart!

We more than made a matching pair,
    we made the best of teams;
But now the only thing I've left,
   is shattered hopes and dreams!

Since now you're walking streets of gold,
   behind those gates of pearl;
I know you're blessed more than I am,
   still strolling this olé world!

I guess in words I'm tryin' to say;
   you've left me on my own;
I'm glad to know you're doin' well,
   not heartbroke and alone.

Just know I'm lookin' for that day,
   to see you once again;
To stroll those streets of gold with you,
   to be whole with my friend!