A Wondrous Sight
in Poems about Life Struggles
Life conceived unseen by the naked eye,
Growing in dark solitude seeking light,
Unaware that love patiently waits nearby.
Finally bursting forth to a wondrous sight,
in Poems about Life Struggles
Life conceived unseen by the naked eye,
Growing in dark solitude seeking light,
Unaware that love patiently waits nearby.
Finally bursting forth to a wondrous sight,
Jealousy is such an ugly beast,
Consuming in a ruthless feast,
Every thought of rational notions
Or capacity for gentler emotions,
in Ocean Poems
The perpetual cadence of the vast sea
Stirs a restless desire that engulfs me.
Like an infinite force I dare not impede,
Briefly rushing in - only to then recede.
I used to think that I was nothing, but I'm not anything - I am something - that is a talented, intelligent, calm, kind, pretty, artistic, unique girl who is loved by everyone around me. I...
Could there be a world of caring?
Offering our goodwill and sharing
Makes this world a finer place.
Pitying the broken of our race
Leaves fluttering on a gentle breeze,
Within the forest of whispering trees,
Makes sunlight gracefully dance there,
Upon the ground and everywhere.
This poem touches my heart deeply because I enjoy practicing/learning/enjoying/reading/memorizing descriptive poems (in this case about nature's beauties), especially when the words fill the...
I wrote this poem from the deepest pain I have ever felt in my life. Writing the poem was a way to get the pain out and it was originally written only for myself. When I came across this site, I read some very touching poems that helped me to cry and release the pain. It also made me realize there are many who share my deep, painful loss. So, I decided to share my poem, hoping it would help others deal with the nearly unbearable heartache. Reading all of the lovely comments about my poem has helped me deal with my grief. I thank you all for helping me by sharing your feelings and stories of your own sister and best friend. It has been 3 years since my sister, Brenda, died. I don't cry everyday like I did that first year, but I still miss her so very much.
Sometimes I think those we love feel the deep pain of our grief and find a way to help us through our dreams. For when we are asleep, our minds are uninhibited by doubt or other senses, and I think it opens a gateway for those we loved so dearly to communicate. I have had the most realistic, vivid and emotional dreams that I have ever had in my life about my dear mother and beloved sister. They passed away within 11 months of each other.