#poemsforpeople
For all that at times it feels as if
you're being crushed by a monolith
God's own creation,
This beautiful Earth -
Just weight on your shoulders, without joy or mirth.
For all that at times it feels as if
there never can or will be life's one zenith
But then you remember,
Your family and friends -
That small group of people,
Who will stay 'til the end.
For all that at times it feels as if
happiness and wonder are urban myths
That's when you dig down,
And find your last strength,
And grab it and pull it,
'Til it's five times its length.
For all that at times it feels as if
your life is a concert of resounding "What if?"s
That strength that you found,
It multiplies three,
Each day you spend time,
With your loving family.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Isn't every life
Fragile?
Isn't all love
Fragile?
Aren't we all
Fragile?
And as we're all
Fragile,
If hope is so
Fragile,
Then how do we
Survive?
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
SometimesIlookoutofthewindow
And Iwo nder
Ifwe eve ndes
Erve this beau
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Edidnothingtoearn,andtrytolooka
Tev ery thing
Alit tleb itdiffe
Ren tlyt hanI'd
Bee nta ught
AllmylifeonthiswonderfuloldEarth
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Is a house
A home?
I think not.
Are the enterwining
Chunks of brick
And stone and
Plaster a house?
I think so.
But are they
A home?
I think not.
And so we come full circle.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
The window
So cold
Though the
Air is warm
And still
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC