"resoled" poems
Windows crash and break
Flowers lose their petals
Things can bend
Made of the strongest metals
Shoes get worn out
Houses get too old
We don't just throw them away
As we are sometimes told
We glue them together
Give them water and sunshine
Bend them back to straight
Like waiting for the sweetest wine
We get them resoled
We labor for years
We do it all for no gratitude
Except to see the end of tears
Like the life of a precious heart
Sometimes things can just fall apart
But you never give up
Your trials might never end
It will always be worth it
Even if you end up just a friend
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
The trees are withered,
The ground now bare,
The world has lost it’s color;
It is what is not there,
It’s gone with all the others.
For it to be,
What it is not,
It mustn’t fade away;
It is what is besought,
It is not time nor day.
In endless time,
Without intent,
In search of this mysterious sight;
With or without consent,
It is written in black and white.
The rules are broken,
Words unheard,
Tears still flow in silence;
It is what is not absurd,
It is without defiance.
It is all that,
Determines all,
It cannot be controlled;
It is and will never fall,
It is what is resoled.
In the end,
It doesn’t rest,
It just begun it’s game;
In you’re life there is a test,
And that test is called, Fate.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Windows crash and break
Flowers lose their petals
Things can bend
Made of the strongest metals
Shoes get worn out
Houses get too old
We don't just throw them away
As we are sometimes told
We glue them together
Give them water and sunshine
Bend them back to straight
Like waiting for the sweetest wine
We get them resoled
We labor for years
We do it all for no gratitude
Except to see the end of tears
Like the life of a precious heart
Sometimes things can just fall apart
But you never give up
Your trials might never end
It will always be worth it
Even if you end up just a friend
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC