The Hands Of A Warrior
in Aging Poems
Purple veins strain against the skin.
Pale, translucent, paper thin.
Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,
Brown spots from years that she can't erase.
in Aging Poems
Purple veins strain against the skin.
Pale, translucent, paper thin.
Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,
Brown spots from years that she can't erase.
Dear Angie,
I should have responded much sooner to your beautiful comment about my poem. I am so thrilled that you could completely relate to my words and then share them with others to help...
in Ocean Poems
Seagulls soar above her surf,
The sun reflects and gleams,
While people come from miles around
To stroll upon her beach.
Dear Elizabeth,
Growing up in New Jersey, I have always had easy access to the ocean. I love the ocean but, I have always been interested in the beauty of the PACNW. I love to look at films...
in Earth Poems
Outside my bedroom window
Stands an old majestic tree.
She's been standing there for decades,
Just as proud as she can be.
I'm reminded of a similar experience. When I was a young boy there was a pear tree on the edge of a field a couple hundred yards or so behind the house I was born and raised in. I would go to...
Sometimes I dream that I can fly.
I lift and flap my arms just so,
And soon I'm soaring to the sky.
Graceful like a bird I go.
Thanks, Pat, for your poem. I love the feeling of movement your words create - they really transported me. And I also appreciate your honesty in dealing with the subject of finding and having...
If time exists in heaven,
Do you still rise with the sun?
Do you and Mom share breakfast
Before your day has begun?
This is a wonderful sentimental poem. It depicts a loving relationship between father and child. My father came into my life as an adult and unfortunately we did not get to make many...
in Dark Poems
I peek through blinds that are tightly drawn,
Shocked by the glow of the breaking dawn.
I shun the brilliance of another day.
Enslaved and entombed, I stay hidden away.
Wow, this poem really ignited a spark in me. To be honest, I love all poems but I prefer dark poems, and your poems really touched me. I read quite a few of your poems and I just love them...
The world outside is a wondrous place,
Filled with many miracles to see.
It's a place to hear and smell and feel.
It's a place so unfettered and free.
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 Summer Poems
The familiar rhythm of the cricket's chirps
Create the soundtrack for each day,
Echoing Summer's end
And that Autumn's on her way.
End of summer, yes, when my daughter goes outside and comes back in to ask, "How does the weather know it's back to school time?" when the chill in the morning air precedes the special crisp...
She waves for my attention,
So free upon the breeze.
The sun reflects her stars and stripes,
As proud as she can be.
A wonderful patriotic tribute to the stars and stripes of the American flag. Beautifully written.