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Lena Waters Jan 2016
Is it not ironic
   that to be grateful
        for what we have

*we must first lose it all?
It's about time I restarted my Poems for People and Life Reflection Poems collections back up.
Lena Waters Jan 2016
Ice
Ice can be cooling and calming and free.
Ice can protect and and aid
destiny.

Ice can be slicing and savage and wild.
Ice can slaughter - man, woman or child.

Ice can be mild and mellow and fresh.
Ice can give refuge from Summer's hot mesh.

Ice can be crueler and sharper and cold.
Ice can decide not to favour the
bold.

Our icy opinions are all black or white,
But grey ice in grey Winter hides in a grey night.
What's your icy opinion?
Leave a comment if you  have one!
;)
Lena Waters Jan 2016
→→→→→It doesn't matter←←←←←
             What                       you
           Do in                            life
          And                 ­              death
         And       inbetween        them;
         At            the end             of the
          Day       the wheels        keep
           On                                 going
           Round                         and
               So the                wheels
                  Just keep turning.
A concrete poem to make you think. Enjoy! (Read left to right, each line, like a normal poem. ;) )
Lena Waters Jan 2016
ForsometimesIfeellikethereisrightandthereiswrongandthereisblackan­dthereiswhiteandtherescertainlynospacebetweenthelinesthatgovernlo­veandlife.
What do you think lives between the lines?
Lena Waters Jan 2016
Good morning, poetry,
Poetry, you know!
Have to get up now, poetry,
Poetry, Hello.

Hello there, poetry,
Poetry, good show!
Great performance, poetry,
Poetry, Hello.

Evening, poetry,
Poetry, you look low!
Get well soon, poetry,
Poetry, Hello.

Good night, poetry,
Poetry, you've grown!
See you soon, then, poetry,
Poetry, Hello.
Enjoy the poetry, and hello! :3
Lena Waters Jan 2016
For that is its purpose,
That soft silky touch.

Never lingers, just illusions,
The stroke of Lady Luck.
Hope you like it!
Lena Waters Jan 2016
Method:

- A stroke of luck
- A lick of a smile
- A restaurant bill
- And the extra mile

Whisk until creamed.

- A gram of trying
- A hopeful sneaked kiss
- A hug, nothing more
- And some moments of bliss

Crumble and sprinkle into the creamed mixture.

- A tear or ten
- A perverse revolt
- A trying time
- And a pinch of salt

Add to the mixture and beat until stiff.

Leave to simmer on a low heat and hope it doesn't boil away.
If love were this hard, or this easy, I'd have 20 cats. And they'd probably eat me when I died.

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