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 Dec 2015 Hilda
SøułSurvivør
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nobody can truly know
another person's trouble

even if they walk the same
path there are different rocks
underfoot.
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Cecil Miller
Seeds
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Cecil Miller
Seeds for birds, and seeds for me. 
Seeds that grow for me a tree.
Nature grows, and flows, is free;
As the way I share my seeds.
More from my poetic banterings
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Michael Murphy
I gaze upon the universe, so vast but yet so small

Thinking is the fuel I use to travel through it all

In a thought I'm in our Sun, a solar flare I ride, so fun

I hum a tune, guess where now? It was "Fly me to the Moon" , oh wow!

I travel now to other worlds, even bluer than our Earth

Look, I see people here, and a mother giving birth

Will her child both love and hate, and will her brother agitate?

Will she worship?  Will she pray?  Will she pledge her life obey?

Is her God, my God, and heaven all the same?

Of Jesus, she has never heard, and God is not his name

Here me now, I know this true, for I'm am dead, yes me, not you!

When she dies, she'll be with me, floating free, as energy!

Amen
Who knows?  I do believe it will be beautiful! It has always bothered me that most religions exclude other life, both on Earth and in the Universe.
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Haritha Seby
Dearest Dear,

    This is my last attempt
    The very same people
    who I'm going to miss.
    Tears stream down my cheek.
    My head feels heavy,
    limbs go weak.
    Darkness surrounds me.
    Blankness,
    no sound
    I feel my body drifting
    I hear a scream, I hear a moan
    Oh Guardian Angel!
    It was my family
    I want my family back.
    No sound out my mouth,
    Only in my mind.
    No one to help me,
    No one for me to find.
    I start to yell...
    Please get me out of this hell!
    Please get me out of this hell!
    I give up!!!!
    
     I open my eyes, and look around
     I am  lying in a hospital bed
     No one makes a sound
     "Sorry" is all I say.
     Mother starts crying,  Father is sad.
     I got a bear hug from Papa.
     I still manage a small smile,
     And close my eyes for a while.
     Forget all the bad days,
     I'm leaving them in the past.
     Misty clouds vanish and,
     The new Aurora commence.
          
    * Sincerely

    *
Haritha
MY REAL LIFE EXPERIENCE
$$$ A New Era Of Life  $$$
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