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Tommy Randell Apr 2019
Purpose may be crafted out of nothing
Tools & Skills put to other uses

A Poet can write of Life
While searching for whatever amuses

Comfort in ageing is quietness
Inside where the doubts are clamouring

Peace is a mind filled with ripples
After a lifetime's endless hammering

Yes, the vistas of retirement are daunting
Left behind by a purposeful world

The book of one's life still open
But stuck on a page unturned

Sit back though and watch all the faces
Give labels and names to their expressions

See yourself walking beside them
Was that you? Were those your intentions?

It's the Noise I think is the problem
The white hiss that Time is leaking

But that noise is your system balancing
It is fresh air coming in and spring cleaning

Don't be staring ahead, just find a blank sheet
Put your name at the Bottom...
And fill it

This is not your Winter Of Discontent
But the Glorious Harvest of Autumn...
If you will it!
Thank you Lori Jones McCaffery for setting the seeds for this poem.
arian Apr 2019
the glass is neither half full, nor half empty.
it is rather full and overflowing.
it, then, creates
an ocean of images
of past lovers.
i'm drowning.
LylexRose Jul 2018
Glass half full
Glass half empty
Want me to quit this
Don't try to tempt me
Learning how to love
And grow except he
Can't and he knows it..

The glass on the table, not so stable, but I know it just sits there, I wanna change but I'm know I'm not able... to follow my dreams, it's not as it seems, sometimes it just creeps in, depression just seeps in, change doesn't seem to fit in yeah I see the same people, day in, day out, these people are the reason I see you... when it gets bad and things get worse, sitting in the dark and fly with this curse...

Glass half full
Glass half empty
Want me to quit this
Don't try to tempt me
Learning how to love
And grow except he
Can't and he knows it...

You know time goes by, so better let me rhyme, you know these rythmic rhythms are mine, all time, used to rap about gold and grime, all the things you have when life is fine, but now I'm staying in mind, for its my brothers I'm out to find, skipping countries to find, ya'll like "join us" I decline, your soul relies on crime, half empty just like mine, all these petty rappers been outshined, and every single time I try these thoughts in my mind take control of what's left redefined in my life, who knows what's left in the sky once I'm refined, no clouds, stay loud, what's left to my right, half empty half full it's my place in life I have to find... yeah...

Glass half full
Glass half empty
Know I can't quit this
Don't try to tempt me
Know how to love
And already grown except he
Can't and he knows it..
Can't and you know it...
Can't and I know it...
BaileyMarie Jul 2018
I never thought I could be this happy and full while being so sad and empty at the same time...
april w Apr 2018
is the glass half empty or full
i guess we'll never know
Half living,
half dead
I hear voices
in my head

Half crazy,
half sane
Cryingly laughing
in vain

Half empty,
half full
Glass is broken
after all

Half super,
half not
Don't know
what I've got

Half glowing,
half dark
Keep on flashing
  that spark

Half satan,
half god
Half good
or half bad

Half yin,
half yang
Half old,
half young

Half nothing.
04 July 2016

© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Ashly Kocher Jul 2017
Is the glass half empty?
Is the glass half full?
Different perspectives and opinions may not always be right
To me the glass is full
Even though showing its not
All about looking at things differently
And making room for change and improvement
Even if others don't feel it's right
I always look at things differently and try to improve on everything I Personally do in my life. Even if it's looking at things in a differ t perspective.
Kurt Schneider Oct 2016
I paint your body with my hands
You paint my mind with tattoos that you planted with a needle
No thread
What are your plans?
No threat
In debt
In deep like a sunken ship in the sea
Your deep blue eyes consume me with their secrets
Your Hidden features
You're an angel with her wings clipped
forgot how to fly
Maybe too close to the sun
Maybe too close to someone
Who caused you too much pain
Too much fire for a volatile combustible soul.
When you find me I'll be waiting in the lobby staring at a hole in the wall
feeling half empty
With a half full drink in each hand.
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