tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13848900261802696442018-03-20T14:36:47.882-07:00Free PoemsFree Poems. Sad poems, lost poems, free love poems, friendship poems, war poems, death poems, inspirational poems, and more. This blog contains free poems written by Anna V. Williams and other poets. If you follow the rules on the blog, you may use these poems for free.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660551089821141019noreply@blogger.comBlogger616125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-12775140413914565482015-12-05T23:09:00.000-08:002015-12-05T23:11:40.168-08:00SunSet SunRise - By Frank Blacharczyk<b>SunSet SunRise</b><br /><br />The days are long when we are addicted to self<br />Like a leaf we need sun and rain<br />The autumn winds bring colour no one can duplicate<br />Feasting on a masterpiece painted by God<br />The rain ends the growing ends the warm colours a frigid memory<br />And the falling snow paints the colours black and white<br />Sleep sweet dreamer with a coat of many colours<br />Sun sets only to see God's painting the night sky then the sun rises<br />From nowhere somewhere a divine wind and rain revives<br />Resurrection awakens re-birth hope in the soul<br />A sauna created by the excitement of the sun<br />A welcome alarm clock to raise the dead and the dreamers<br />The days are long and disagreeable when we are addicted to self<br />Like a flower we need sun and rain to have a blooming life.<br /><br /><br /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.<br />If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</span></i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-8334351541983818482015-10-25T05:45:00.002-07:002015-10-25T05:45:49.539-07:00Looking Back - By Frank Blacharczyk<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b>Looking Back</b></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I stand on this plot of ground</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">thinking about my life</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">the good I have done the bad I have done</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">the love I have created the hate that I stirred</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">My autobiography is filled with happy moments</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">painful moments</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">The world I see before me is not the same</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">neither am I</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">God seems so close at times yet at times so far away</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">An anxious mind creates restless thoughts sleepless nights</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Time is now the past is but a memory</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">hazy and biased good or bad replayed with a new script</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">some scenes better left on the cutting floor</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">This world I helped create helped to create me</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">regrets have become my drinking companion</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I stand on this plot of ground breathing in</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">and breathing out the life I have lived</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I have seen sadness and joy both can be misguided</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">when I was a child I looked to the future</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">now that I am old I replay the past</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I have walked on this tightrope swaying side to side</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">balancing these frisky emotions never looking down</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">having faith the safety net has always been there.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.<br />If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</span></i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-8495197330328462172015-10-02T01:06:00.001-07:002015-10-02T01:06:11.866-07:00Can’t Talk Right Now - By Frank Blacharczyk<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><b>Can’t Talk Right Now</b></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Two people ran into each other</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">stood side by side known yet unknown</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">saying hello then sliding into an awkward silence</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">like an old western gunfight suddenly</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">a duet of ring tones that has taken music hostage</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">they reached for their souls</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to see who had the quickest draw</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">and to their relief a touching moment</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">quickly typing with insane giggles</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">their thoughts playing the keys like a piano</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">in the end they acknowledged each other with a nod</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">with a good-bye slipped it back into their holsters</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">patting it like a baby's bottom waiting for the burp</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">they walked for a moment but like a pack of cigarettes</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">they reached for their cell phones lighting and inhaling</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">staring at the screen to see if their popularity was still intact</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">as they were staring downwards the person they were tweeting</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">walked by without a peep just a nod.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.<br />If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</span></i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-76853413351875500982015-10-02T01:00:00.004-07:002015-10-02T01:03:26.116-07:00Me and My Shadows - By Frank Blacharczyk<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Me and My Shadows</b><br /><br />I see shadows when I close my eyes<br />shadows black and white scuffling<br />looking for somewhere to go<br />some shadows are still and stare<br />some shadows walk away<br />some shadows dance with a strobe light in the background<br />I drink I pray I eat I hope I dream I tremble I watch<br />Don't you see I don't understand what's going on<br />Don't you see I can't see what's going on<br />What is reality mom what is reality<br />Turn on the TV my child turn on the TV<br />I see lips move I hear vacant words eaten like junk food<br />Something is missing something is lost<br />is it my cat is it my dog is it my sanity is it my freedom is it my love<br />Twists and turns people tied in knots<br />shook up and shaken sit by the water for peace<br />a peace of mind with no desire to leave<br />a peace that surpasses all understanding<br />I dropped my feet into the cool spring waters of Lake Ontario<br />As the water rippled gently upon the shore<br />it spoke to me massaging my rambling thoughts</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.<br />If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</span></i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-54661489851676280952015-09-20T22:51:00.003-07:002015-10-02T01:02:36.775-07:00Fell in Love, sort of - By Frank Blacharczyk<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><b>Fell in Love, sort of</b></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I fell in love was it chance was it a twist of fate</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Looked into her eyes and fell in love</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I fell in love as I saw it</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">thought it would be a made for TV movie</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">sitting in the audience watching the actors</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">wishing I was one of them</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I fell out of love as she saw it</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Love was supposed to be a song a gold record but</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">she didn't buy it and fell out of love as she saw it</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Looked into her eyes and I saw a storm</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Holding onto lightning as the thunder got louder and louder</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">When human nature collides with artificial love the fantasy melts</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Looked into her eyes and saw disappointment and sadness</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Holding grudges for a reason or no reason </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Sucking it in like a vacuum cleaner </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Never cleaning the clogged filter</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">My song was a pop song a one hit wonder </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Once it left the charts I was done</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I hear footsteps following me only shadows are dancing</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">The unwelcome song starts and stops inside my brain</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">And all I can do is dodge my past</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">As the music becomes louder and louder</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">And hope for a twist of fate.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.<br />If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</span></i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-62344350780826764572015-09-20T22:44:00.000-07:002015-09-20T22:56:22.386-07:00The Poet - By Frank Blacharczyk<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><b>The Poet</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">I am a pretender a jealous guy</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">You move inside my head like a queen</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">I am your unworthy subject then you whispered my name</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">I’m a drifter a poet who’s always searching for the right word</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">A fallen leaf travelling with the wind here there everywhere</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">Your touch knight’s me and we play in my fool’s paradise</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">You squeezed my hand and we flew above the clouds</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">Lovers who do the impossible here there everywhere</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">in a world that doesn’t exist</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">I am a pretender a drifter a poet</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">a jealous guy who sees a world that doesn’t exist.</span><br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.<br />If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-1425634410856826112014-11-24T11:42:00.002-08:002014-11-24T11:43:14.512-08:00Last Night I Dreamed - By Jeanne Fiedler<b>Last Night I Dreamed</b><br /><br />Last night I dreamed<br />I was in a golden forest<br />with sunlight sparkling<br />flowing trees with<br />crystal dew drops<br /><br />The horizon was also<br />golden and gleaming<br />I felt much warmth<br />and love inside of me<br /><br />I started running<br />as fast as I could<br />but could feel the<br />endless and lightness<br />of amber raindrops<br />cleansing and pure<br /><br />The divine was pulling<br />me out of the darkness<br />the hues in the sky<br />lit up in yellow/violet<br /><br />The radiant moon<br />spread out and expanded<br />its gentle glow towards<br />the whole space I<br />was floating in<br /><br />If I had fear<br />I had no more<br />I was growing<br />into the beams of life<br />which took me for a<br />ride to the postive place<br /><br />The milky way presence<br />making me feel like I<br />was rising with the<br />peace of the earth<br />and its healing<br /><br />I dreamed and dreamed<br />I was a candle and<br />flame for joy and<br />serenity.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Jeanne Fiedler</i><br /><i><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-35322225944497133442014-07-23T18:28:00.001-07:002014-07-23T18:28:05.911-07:00Maria's Canto - By Conor O'Neill<b>Maria's Canto </b><br /><br />Bestir me, Aztec Princess<br /><br />Awake me from slumbers forsaken<br /><br />Take me on the path to your Caribbean haven<br /> <br />To my existence grant sense.<br /><br />Your mind is keen, shown by a sharp intelligence<br /><br />On your countenance, your honey skin a godly sheen<br /><br />In all you've been, as woman and goddess<br /> <br />Heaven and Earth will you rule as queen, but to me<br /><br /><br />To me you are the premiere enchantress.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Conor O'Neill</i><br /><br /><i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i> <br /><div class="yj6qo ajU"><div class="ajR" data-tooltip="Hide expanded content" id=":qq" role="button" tabindex="0"><img class="ajT" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gif" /></div></div>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-90829909205325959932014-07-23T18:25:00.003-07:002014-07-23T18:29:04.079-07:00Pinup Girls - By Conor O'Neill<b>Pinup Girls</b><br /><br />A pinup girl is a kind of cartoon character <br />With a disproportionate mind and figure. <br />She has this facial expression, the same one constantly,<br />As if to say wow, a birthday cake, just for me?<br /><br />She lives in a fantasy world<br />In which everyone's soul has been sold<br />Living lives of raucous absurdity<br />Macho men ogle at the pinup girls in the city.<br /><br />A pinup girl, upon noticing she's being noticed,<br />Will keep on walking but will look back with mock embarrassment.<br />If she carries one, she'll twirl her umbrella<br />Blinking long black lashes till someone shouts hey, ragazza bella!<br /><br />Her walk is a sight to behold, a sight quite comic at least,<br />Waddling, high heeled, well tapered legs clumsily<br />a-jut from a wasp thin waist.<br />Streetwalker, but not whore, innocent as a virgin but not an angel,<br /><br />She's a pinup girl.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Conor O'Neill</i><br /><br /><i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-29903520768886938232014-06-01T17:01:00.001-07:002014-06-01T17:01:27.657-07:00Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder - By Brian Markey<b>Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder</b><br /><br />You can see it and hear it, it’s a sensual taste,<br />Yes It is truly a gift to behold,<br />You can touch it or smell it on our senses it’s based,<br />Aesthetically it begins to unfold.<br /><br />So what is beauty how is it defined?<br />Is there a right or a wrong?<br />What is beautiful to someone who’s blind?<br />To whom or what does it really belong?<br /><br />It can be hearing a song or a voice you love,<br />Which proves it doesn’t need to be seen,<br />Thinking of the joys of Heaven above,<br />What you love someone else will demean.<br /><br />Meeting your partner for the very first time,<br />Seeing your first child come alive,<br />Touching the peaks of those mountains you climb,<br />Feeling pride as your offspring thrive.<br /><br />I can smell beauty in flowers and trees,<br />Others see it glisten in the skies,<br />A joy to behold is the taste of the seas,<br />To all of our senses it applies.<br /><br />There is so much diversity in that very word,<br />Yet it’s individual to one and all,<br />That’s why this subject is going to be blurred,<br />What you love to some will appal.<br /><br />Beauty is something we all seek in life,<br />Look, it stares us all in the face<br />It’s a word that can cause such terrible strife,<br />Yet it’s something we all love to embrace.<br /><br />You don’t need to search for it’s all around,<br />We encounter it day in and day out,<br />By respecting all life it can be found,<br />It’s a gift we are never without.<br /><br />What you think is beautiful others may hate,<br />So don’t force your opinion on another,<br />Some things will lift you while others deflate,<br />What you love to some may well smother.<br /><br />Don’t be self-righteous step down from your perch,<br />It’s much deeper than the depth of our skin,<br />What you can’t see is where you must search,<br />True beauty always comes from within.<br /><br />It can’t be taught nor can it be bought,<br />You’ll not find it in the pages of a folder,<br />The meaning of that word that you have sought.<br /><br /><br /> <i>- Written by: Brian Markey </i><br /><i><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-21624717408959038052014-06-01T16:56:00.002-07:002014-06-01T17:01:37.245-07:00The Human Race Have Now Disappeared - By Brian Markey<b>The Human Race Have Now Disappeared</b><br /><br />The gas is now gone as has the coal,<br />Under the oceans there’s a very large hole,<br />Being so overdrawn will now take it’s toll,<br />Things are much worse than we feared.<br /><br />Diamonds and gold and iron ore,<br />The damage untold right through to the core,<br />All to be sold while greed’s to the fore,<br />It’s to extinction we are now geared.<br /><br />Gigantic craters underneath our feet,<br />As disaster creators we just can’t be beat,<br />To our world we are traitors filled with conceit,<br />To Armageddon we have now steered.<br /><br />The damage is done now there’s no going back,<br />The warming sun has us under attack,<br />There’s nowhere to run we are on the rack,<br />Mother Nature’s ideals we have smeared.<br /><br />There is no doubt we treat the Earth as our bin,<br />What you take out you must put back in,<br />So prepare for a drought let the ending begin,<br />Our lifeblood has now been cleared.<br /><br />Sinkholes the size of continents will emerge,<br />Open your eyes the seas will submerge,<br />As our planet dies with reality we’ll converge,<br />To common sense we never adhered.<br /><br />Our oceans have drained they are now underground,<br />The rivers are strained the effect is profound,<br />Those clouds that rained can no longer be found,<br />We looked at the facts and sneered.<br /><br />Viruses will emerge from the melting ice,<br />As they converge we will pay the price,<br />They’ll diverge as through our species they slice,<br />With nature we have interfered.<br /><br />Arrogant and obtuse our legacy will be,<br />We used every excuse but refused to see,<br />We strung our own noose yes you and me.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Brian Markey </i><br /><i><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post. </i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-22904639765008788682014-05-09T17:17:00.004-07:002014-05-09T17:18:02.137-07:00IRREVOCABLE - By Sylvia Salima<b>IRREVOCABLE </b><br /><br />I won’t take my words back; I won’t take my love away<br />Through the season, through the hate<br />Through the lies, through rejection<br />It’s in soul, its deep<br /><br />How could you ask the rain to stop <br />How could one prevent the rays so bright <br />How could southern winds not arise sand in desert<br />Then don’t ask me to take my love back.<br /><br />A world apart, a world far from mine <br />But my heart never lies, nor do emotions never fade<br />Time might bring another, moments might bring new adventure<br />At the altar, it might not be you, though I smile to begin another life<br />Then don’t ask me to take my love back.<br /><br />It won’t be same we both know <br />I don’t hate you, for not responding to my love<br />Even when I said I loved you, the respond was not the same<br />I don’t blame your heart nor your love for rejecting me<br />Then don’t ask me to take my love back.<br /><br />You can’t force love, you can’t fake emotions<br />You can’t smile in tears, when it is hurting too much<br />You can’t let go in grief, even when comfort is too much<br />You can’t hide a smile when in love<br />Then don’t ask for the impossibility<br /><br />Don’t ask me to take my love back………<br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i></div><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-89874979746398003582014-05-09T17:15:00.000-07:002014-05-09T17:15:51.078-07:00THE OUTCAST - By Sylvia Salima<b>THE OUTCAST</b><br /><br />The pieces of glass are my thoughts of you put together,<br />The thoughts of the future,<br />The thoughts of what is meant to be<br />The thought of what it is<br /><br />What at hand, Is a dream of a lifetime<br />Its prosperity, health and wealth<br />All draining in another dimension<br />All foregone, coming back seems like impossibility<br /><br />Impossibility never foreseen<br />Like a child dreaming of a good home<br />A home of love, care and respect<br />With time the only reality fading<br /><br />The pieces of glass forming an hour glass<br />Each second counts to build a new life<br />The broken shatter of a catered woman<br />A woman never received by the world<br /><br />A woman outcasted by her own.<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i></div><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-50605834743701053412014-05-09T17:06:00.004-07:002014-05-09T17:07:28.826-07:00SIGNS OF A REJUVENATED SOUL - By Sylvia Salima<b>SIGNS OF A REJUVENATED SOUL</b><br /><br />The winds that gave me strength are now my enemy<br />Turning against me, eclipsing my life<br />The hand that held me so strong just let me go<br />Without a word, without goodbye<br />Turning cold like Antarctic ice<br />The heart that blends my smile, made a clown of my tears<br />Signs of reign, signs I am breaking apart.<br /><br />The composure once had turned into cowardice<br />The force once gravity to all, turned to repellence<br />The confidence I had, turned to weakness<br />How could a strong woman turn so fragile<br />Signs of reign, signs I am breaking apart.<br /><br />In the midst of the desert, I became the thick sand<br />In the midst of the storm, I became the sunken waves<br />In the midst of fire I became ashes<br />In the midst of cracks I became pieces<br />Signs of reign, Signs I am breaking apart.<br /><br />There is part of life that makes us fall<br />Mine almost tarnished me<br />I won’t break the shell of reign is shaken<br />I am better, I won’t fall apart,<br /><br />SIGNS OF A REJUVENATED SOUL.<br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i></div><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-20032544855222435422014-05-09T17:04:00.005-07:002014-05-09T17:04:54.272-07:00ARTISTIC PAINT OF LOVE - By Sylvia Salima<b>ARTISTIC PAINT OF LOVE</b><br /><br />Can you feel the touch of comfort <br />Can you see through the eyes of love <br />Can you know a hug of care<br />Can you know whisper of concern<br />Can you let me be, can you let me in<br /><br />Can you see me as part of you <br />Can you let me be part of you<br />You and me can we be like an Artistic paint of love<br />Can our hearts be joined<br /><br />This is a cry from within let me in, let me be part of you<br /><br />I have no guarantee in loving you<br />I have no guarantee of the future<br />I have no guarantee this is the right path<br />I have guarantee of mistakes<br />But in the end no regrets <br /><br />Times we argue<br />Times we fall apart <br />Times am not sure to come home or not<br />No regrets in the end<br />I desire to be part of you.<br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i></div><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-89720354657947895252014-05-09T17:02:00.002-07:002014-05-09T17:02:41.418-07:00BREATH TAKING - By Sylvia Salima<b>BREATH TAKING</b><br /><br />When the wind whispers, when the trees rattle<br />When the silence seems like darkness<br />When dust is awakened by the rain<br />When the mud is smudged by the feet<br />Through the curtains that you stir from afar<br />Your always there not seen but at guide <br />Your presence will always be a breath taking breeze<br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i></div><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-88203385962568277952014-05-09T16:58:00.002-07:002014-05-09T17:01:11.854-07:00LETTING GO - By Sylvia Salima<b>LETTING GO</b><br /><br />The spirit of letting go,<br />Is when my hand and yours are at the edge,<br />But still I hold on tight,<br />Is when you sincerely love someone, <br />But pretend they don’t matter.<br /><br />The spirit of letting go<br />Is when in my mind am ok<br />But my soul, just divided into thousand pieces<br />Is when I see you walking away<br />But I wear a smile and assume I wish you luck<br /><br />The spirit of letting go<br />Is when all I have are memories <br />But in me I wish we had more <br />Is when each second is precious<br />But all I have is a day.<br /><br />The spirit of letting go<br />Is when you know you’re losing the half of you<br />But all you do, is wish they found happiness with you<br />Is when someone else heart beats for you<br />But you wish you had enough love to share with them<br /><br />The spirit of letting go<br />Is when your my strength and life <br />But you have to build another life elsewhere<br />Is when your family matters <br />But you know with time you will leave to build your own<br /><br />The spirit of letting go <br />Gives you no choice, Gives you no reason <br />All it does, It hopes each second you keep it precious<br />It hopes each time and day you build memories <br />But it never gets you ready<br /><br />In the end it always HURTS. <br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i></div><br />Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-80735058343105494642014-05-09T16:49:00.000-07:002014-05-09T16:56:51.028-07:00SINCERE SOUL - By Sylvia Salima<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings></xml><![endif]--><b>SINCERE SOUL</b><br /><br />The eyes of a sincere soul, looks through,<br />Sees you for who you are.<br /><br />The eyes of a sincere soul stare at you,<br />From a distance and hopes you stare back<br /><br />The eyes of a sincere soul love <br />Even when you don’t get anything in return<br /><br />The eyes of a sincere soul saves even when<br />No one notices their act<br /><br />The eyes of a sincere soul bleed <br />Even when the matter is not their own<br /><br />They love endure, suffer, loose battle<br />Win some and yet they don’t show off.<br /><br />The eyes love you in need of sorrow <br />And hopes while you don’t notice somehow you might feel <br /><br />They risk through negative and positive <br />In the end your eyes sees through them hope and love.<br /><br />Hoping it won’t be too late…………………………….<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-35912988617913924702014-02-06T03:25:00.005-08:002014-02-06T03:25:48.808-08:00Father's Unseen Hands - By Jason Kirk Bartley<b>Father's Unseen Hands</b><br /><br />Father's unseen hands,<br />they lead and guide me,<br />down my straight<br />and narrow way.<br /><br />He opens doors he wants<br />me to go through.<br />I know he'll guide me<br />as I pray.<br /><br />Father's unseen hands,<br />keep my feet from falling,<br />He orders every step I take.<br /><br />I know He's always with me,<br />uttering a prayer through every<br />breath I take.<br /><br /> Father's unseen hands,<br />has helped me through<br />I'm not worthy to bear His name,<br />nothing I've done.<br />Called by the Master, called by the Son.<br />out of this world, to bear His cross,<br />suffer His shame, count it all joy,<br />life's not a game.<br />Father's unseen hands guide me on.<br />Victory won. <br /><i><br /></i><i><br /></i><i>- Written by Jason Kirk Bartley</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-50297951066439625892013-11-16T04:09:00.002-08:002013-11-16T04:09:34.697-08:00Helen and Paris By Anthony Luciani<b>Helen and Paris</b><br /><br />Love be now your song, immortal one,<br />For now the war is over.<br />What once was love<br />Became the war of ages.<br />What once was war<br />Became peaceful ruined silence.<br />Among Schliemann’s tel<br />Sprang forth stories like weeds.<br />Tales of great adventurers<br />Who scaled those Cyclopian walls<br />And brought Troy to its knees.<br />A fair young maiden<br />Was the start of this great tragedy.<br />All for the love of a shepherd prince.<br />This maiden of the tripod city<br />Was called the fairest of the land.<br />Her beauty gave her great fame<br />And suitors came far and wide<br />To give her their name.<br />The shepherd prince chose Love<br />Over gray eyed intelligence and the bright arms of conquest.<br />He that gave the golden apple bending to Discord’s secret wish.<br />Bringing to his country<br />The invasion of a thousand ships.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Anthony Luciani</i><br /><br /><i>My poem may be published online as long as I am given credit and a link is included to my website.</i><br /><a href="http://thegaiad.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">thegaiad.blogspot.com</a>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-54177587640233386532013-10-10T03:16:00.000-07:002013-10-10T03:16:04.884-07:00A Love Knot - By Frances Nagle<b>A Love Knot</b><br /><br />Picture hundreds, thousands, of threads, <br />as long as love is.<br /><br />For instance, picture kindness – how smoothly it unfurls<br />when people care as much about each other as themselves.<br /><br />Picture gentleness: when times are less than easy<br />a reassuring stream of soothing words.<br /><br />And respect, the essence of being a partner,<br />each one delighting in the other.<br /><br />And look at the joys and trials of being parents,<br />the challenge none of us is prepared for;<br /><br />imagine the tough, flexible fibres<br />that nurturing a child together can create.<br /><br />And see laced around and through and everywhere<br />diamond-twinkling filaments of laughter.<br />-<br />These profound, priceless connections start so simply – <br />with a smile, perhaps, or admiring glance.<br /><br />Picture again these hundreds, thousands, of threads <br /> as long as love is; longer than life.<br /><br />Today a knot is being tied <br />in the strands that ……... and ………<br /><br />have started to spin out together.<br />A love-knot. For ever. <br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Frances Nagle</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /><i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-40463604039263746022013-06-24T07:18:00.000-07:002013-06-24T07:18:23.570-07:00The Usefulness of Rain - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman<b>The Usefulness of Rain</b><br /><br />The usefulness of rain is that<br /> It speaks to every negative emotion<br /> Millions of melodic drops<br /> Thrown from the heavens<br /> Dive-bombing steadily, gracefully<br /> A cacophony of slaps and tings and torrents<br /> Splattering against surfaces<br /> Small fighting punches against the physical world<br /> The white noise of a downpour<br /> God’s tears in Morse Code<br /> Tapping at the hardness of my heart<br /> Gentle pats pricking my ears<br /> Signalling to unconscious grievances<br /> Inner struggles, hidden pain<br /> Its time to let go<br /> Its time to be washed of guilt,<br /> Unforgiveness, disapointment<br /> Let love find its way to parched places<br /> Cracked and exposed crusts<br /> On the skin of the soul<br /> Those places ignored, remember<br /> Nurture them, make peace with them<br /> Release them<br /> In the aftermath there is a great silence<br /> A holy, lingering freshness<br /> My spirit is enlivened with<br /> The premonition of Spring.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman</i><br /><br /><i>My poem may be published online as long as the author is given credit and a link is included to:</i> <a href="http://regentsparkroad.wordpress.com/">regentsparkroad.wordpress.com</a> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-964245400457902002013-06-24T07:05:00.000-07:002013-06-24T07:05:05.603-07:00Musings over tea in the Morning - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman<b>Musings over tea in the Morning</b><br /><br />What I like about writing,<br /> What has always struck me<br /> As a great modern truth,<br /> Is that is knows no class,<br /> No prejudice of person.<br /> No age or qualification<br /> Anyone can pick up a pen and<br /> Many a hardened looser,<br /> A forlorn deadbeat,<br /> A crazy, insecure recluse,<br /> The reckless youth<br /> And flowery innocent<br /> Many a wailing soul<br /> Have put ink on paper<br /> Type on leaflets<br /> Words onto the screen<br /> There is something just<br /> In this conclusion<br /> A fairness, a refuge<br /> For the battered and curious<br /> For the daunted dreamers<br /> Sitting in secret places<br /> Sending out messages of<br /> Inner salvation.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman</i><br /><br /><i>My poem may be published online as long as the author is given credit and a link is included to:</i> <a href="http://regentsparkroad.wordpress.com/">regentsparkroad.wordpress.com</a> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-83733036594321509772013-06-24T07:00:00.005-07:002013-06-24T07:00:52.002-07:00Little Candle in an Anglican Church - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman<b>Little Candle in an Anglican Church</b><br /><br />The light of a solitary candle<br /> Flickering in the church<br /> A little light struggling<br /> In the damp darkness<br /> A warm flame against the cold stone<br /> Of this quiet knave<br /> Now a museum of departed souls<br /> The mustiness, the ancient air<br /> Breaths of generations lifted in unison<br /> The melody of dead voices singing<br /> Murmers of prayers collected, gathered<br /> In the lofty corbelled ceiling<br /> There is no sadness in the end of things<br /> When the spirit moves from one place to another<br /> Out of churches, into homes<br /> Bowling alleys, theaters, humble community centers,<br /> These new parishes love with the same love<br /> Care and worship with equal fervor<br /> I mourn not where candles flicker<br /> For elsewhere they burn bright.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman</i><br /><br /><i>My poem may be published online as long as the author is given credit and a link is included to:</i> <a href="http://regentsparkroad.wordpress.com/">regentsparkroad.wordpress.com</a> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-63786021831832186462013-06-24T06:58:00.001-07:002013-06-24T06:58:13.273-07:00Freemason - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman<b>Freemason</b><br /><br />I hunger for stone<br />For modelled, sand cast brick<br />Fossilised marble and quarried rock<br />Carved lintels, doorways, window frames<br />Chiseled copings, stacked veneers<br />In precise patterns of arrangement<br /> The work of the master mason<br />His rough hewn hands<br />Calloused fingers applying<br />Time tested ideas, ancient methods<br />Advancing his prospects<br />Accumulating knowledge<br />With respect for tradition<br />And a mind for innovation<br />In time, the laborer<br />Becomes the architect<br />Maker of human landmarks<br />Intellectual towers of achievement<br />Fit together, joined<br />Mortared in immortality<br /> <div style="text-align: left;">They didn’t let women<br />Inside the order of the compass<br />The Grand lodge, the fraternity<br />Guest houses with great fireplaces<br />Sacred meeting sites for the<br />Technically educated<br />Classically trained<br />You had to be free<br />A person of good standing<br />Most of all, a man<br />Many a proud and honorable fellow<br />Planned empires, birthed revolutions<br />Telling tales of knights and secret orders<br />Building Solomon’s temple<br />Under the banner of brotherly love</div>It took hundreds of years<br />Until I would become a freemason<br />A master of my trade<br />To have learned and earner respect<br />Through dedication to craft<br />To build my own temples<br />Make my mark at universities<br />Pursuing the good of mankind<br />By means of walls, shelters and roads<br />Planned cities, renovated waterfronts, public squares<br /> I always wanted to be part of<br />The sacred meeting<br />To know the symbolism of the eagle<br />The cross, the star<br />The delicate pointed legs<br />Graceful curves of the compass<br />The right angle<br />The precise measurements of the rigid squire<br />In my own way<br />I have righted an ancient wrong<br />Taken my own oath<br />Stood under the gaze of the all-seeing eye<br />And been found on the level.<br /><br /><br /><i>- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman</i><br /><br /><i>My poem may be published online as long as the author is given credit and a link is included to:</i> <a href="http://regentsparkroad.wordpress.com/">regentsparkroad.wordpress.com</a> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0