Was I There?
in Poems about Spirituality
When you offered the plan
That would make men free,
Was I there?
Did you call upon me?
in Poems about Spirituality
When you offered the plan
That would make men free,
Was I there?
Did you call upon me?
Come, Come and feel crisp air anew
As respirations burn
Discover bark, tall grass and dew
That only touch can learn
A lovely feeling of freshness and the healing senses of nature. Best wishes, Ann
in Hope Poems
You slipped and fell
We all have too
So please don't think
That it's just you
I truly appreciate the outreach, Ann! Your encouraging words help me to believe that I'm, hopefully, at least touching a few hearts... which is all we can ask for really as we share a piece...
When half of your body
fails to respond,
And words and phrases
are there, but then gone...
Audra:
Thank you so much for taking the time to send a message and share with me a brief glimpse into your life experience! None of us can truly understand what you've been through since...
There's a need for more bridges than fences
There's a need for more love and less hate
There's a need for more laughers than critics
There's a need for more use and less waste
I agree with every word in this poem - well said. Very best wishes, Ann
When choices present throughout the whole day
Enticing you to go this or that way
With convincing arguments that both sides portray;
I find answers are oft in the middle.
I'll never forget when I first met Desire,
The feelings I had; my heart raging with fire.
She helped me believe all things were in reach,
As long as I had her to guide and to teach.
Another brilliant poem - I'm smiling even now as I write this comment. Just keep writing - your poems must give many others the same pleasure as they give me.
TRUE HAPPINESS comes
through struggle and pain,
As a rainbow appears
only after the rain.
Ha! Now you're just flattering me ;) Truly it means a GREAT deal to me to hear that, Ann. More than you know...
Looking forward to your next masterpiece.
Best,
Doug.
in Change Poems
Who would've thought,
This forty-yeared soul,
Would hear the words,
"To have and to hold,"