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Maria Mitea Jun 2021
easiness
the traveling light
thaws time
- from sunset
to the east
late borders we are
watered by rain with its silence,
- two halves of a stone rounding their edges in the sun,
two forgotten lips in the lull between two *******
Tichozpytec Apr 2021
Wind outside
Autumn breeze
Hand-in-hand, we walk around
Among coloured leaves

Together we visit all our favourite places
As we walk, coats keep us warm
In parks we kiss each other’s faces
Love that is chasing away the storm
We watch dogs in the parks
We see a bunch of babies playing
Cupid casts small amorous sparks
And we start with the planning
The future is coming

And in a few years
We are not walking alone
The wind propels our kites
Into the future unknown
But we are together
And that’s the main thing
Spending forever
With blessed autumn wind
Cait Sep 2020
Hope in things Eternal
A Promise in your Life

Shock and Sorrow at your Loss

Joy in knowing Jesus
has conquered Death and the Grave
and nothing can take away
my Hope.
For my daughter, Esperanza Claire. Eternity will be all the sweeter because you are there.
Cait Sep 2020
Joy overwhelming met
with peace.
So many plans and prayers
were for your sake.
You were given resurrection life
and the chance to save millions of hearts,
but if all you did was change this <b>one</b>
you were worth it
and forever loved.

Heaven has never been clearer
or more sweet.
For my son, Peregrine Lazarus. You could not be more dear to me, and I cannot wait to meet you.
Cait Sep 2020
Anticipation
Met with death before your time
Waiting for heaven
For my son, Vespasian James. I eagerly await the day when I can hold you and never let you go.
ARI Sep 2020
Our babies need more
than our prayers  
They need more
than our likes and shares.

Their innocent eyes
drowned in tears
Mommies and daddies
drowned in fears.

Our babies need more
than wishes
Their bodies
covered in stitches.

Their sweet little hearts
are breaking
Their vibrant souls
‘ever aching.

Our babies need more...
William A Poppen Aug 2020
Yes, a baby
Asks questions
By the act of pointing
Or making a quizzical
****** expression

What is this world
What is the world about

It is so easy to Imagine
A baby not knowing
It is easy to imagine
Not knowing because
Who knows

Not the best of us
Not the stargazers
Not the book readers
Nor the book writers

Especially not the politicians
Who never stop
To ask the question
Or to ask any questions

Their nature is to accumulate
While they pretend to lead
While they pretend to guide
Their nature is taking

Some pretend to tilt
toward compassion
Toward caring
Toward altruism

No longer a baby
One grizzled octogenarian
Ask no questions
Merely wonders

Where has all of the wonder gone
He wonders if altruism is real
And if it is, why is
It ******* by greed
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