What Life Should Be
To learn while still a child
What this life is meant to be.
To know it goes beyond myself,
It's so much more than me.
To learn while still a child
What this life is meant to be.
To know it goes beyond myself,
It's so much more than me.
I teach in an urban district where I have a first-hand look at life from a different perspective. I teach seniors who are getting ready to go into a world where they are thought to be NOT as...
in Ocean Poems
When I stand small before the ocean
In her vast infinity,
I'm consumed by all her beauty
And my profound humility.
in Change Poems
When I was young on rainy days,
Alone on my front porch I'd play.
I'd lose myself in another time
That I could create with my toys and my mind.
I've lived quite a while and learned quite a bit
About life and this world where we live.
I've found that it's filled with both good and the bad.
Some who take, while some others will give.
in Snow Poems
We awakened to the whitest light
Seeping through the blinds.
We leapt from bed and to the windows
To take a probing peek outside.
Your poem is so beautifully written and contains such vivid images! It takes me right back to my childhood. I can almost feel the ice crystals hitting my face!
Best wishes,
Virginia
The years have passed by
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness
And joy have flown by.
I couldn't have said it any better than Patricia Fleming. This is exactly how I feel. I've gone that route where I would buy things in the hope that I would feel better, however, it never...
For most of my life, I've been on a quest
To discover just who I might be,
Earnestly searching, day after day,
So desperate to recognize me.
Wow this poem is so beautiful! I'm surprised there aren't more comments under it! Right now I feel like I don't know myself and need to discover who I am. This piece really comforted me to...
I lost a precious part of me
Where you once dwelled, dear friend.
A bond that spanned a lifetime
Came abruptly to an end.
When I was young and insecure,
And desperate to be liked.
I tended to withdraw in pain
And flee instead of fight.
in Aging Poems
I'M STILL HERE
My looks are nothing special,
My face reveals my age,
This poem really hit home with me. I will be 60 on my next birthday and it seems like years fly by like days. I too look in the mirror and wonder where all the lines and wrinkles have came...