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 Change Poems
What will it take to free this mind,
Imprisoned long in apathy,
Now reduced to mundane thoughts
That stultify activity?
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
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.
Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.
We are never finished products,
No matter how long we live.
There's always something we can add,
Like learning to forgive.
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.
We all come warmly from the womb,
Unprinted pages to be filled.
Brought forth upon the stage of life
On which our character starts to build.
Alora states just how connected we are with this poem. Her ability to show how encompassing life is, is beautiful! All of us are underneath the same sky with the same sun and moon!
A gardener, if he's very wise,
When it is planting season,
Will always use the best of seeds.
It only stands to reason.
in Compassion Poems
Perpetuating hatred--
It's happening every day,
While many who contribute
Would be the first to say,