Planting Seeds
I was in a room the other day
Where seeds were being planted.
I could only hope and pray
Their growth would not be granted.
I was in a room the other day
Where seeds were being planted.
I could only hope and pray
Their growth would not be granted.
in Creative Poems
I had decided that it would awaken my muse
If I read the poems current publishers use.
When I looked at what is marketed now,
I couldn't help being puzzled, somehow.
in Change Poems
What will it take to free this mind,
Imprisoned long in apathy,
Now reduced to mundane thoughts
That stultify activity?
Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.
What does it take to be a volunteer?
Must you travel afar, or is there someplace near
Where there is a need that is evident--
Where someone would think you were heaven sent
Once in a while, if you are feeling blue,
When troubles seem to keep coming along,
If you will take the time to listen to music
It can lift your spirits on the wings of a song.
It's very true. Nicely penned. Simple and clear expressions.
in Divorce Poems
I will take those precious memories
And frame them with my love,
Then hang them in the hallways of my heart.
I hope the fond remembrance
in Aging Poems
A little old lady, I do not mind being.
What I find I don't like are the changes I'm seeing.
My marbles are still rolling in the right direction.
I enjoy this old world, though it has imperfections.
I enjoyed your poem. I certainly know where you're coming from. When it comes to tech, I'm not tech-savvy either. It seems like every time you get things down pat, they change the whole...
We are never finished products,
No matter how long we live.
There's always something we can add,
Like learning to forgive.
in Mother Poems
Though words are written
About mothers, that is true,
Still, I know that no one ever had
A mother just like you.