Below are the all-time best Ann Roske poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
streaming down the pane
mother nature cries
who we are
our right to expression
If doctrine and dogma
held a conference with reality
and an agreement was reached
on a common philosophy and set of tenants
Would that be a paradox or paradigm shift?
stone is a
piece of clear glass.
into the face. I turn
the crystal and caress the
word with my finger tips. Cast a
glance - the word is difficult to see.
Lesson - serenity is felt not seen.
Crashing into conscious
jarring vibrations, jagged edges
cold clear reflection
winter's dead sparkle bright
tolerance gladly exercised
actions peaceful, thoughts clear
peace and rage. Words -
spoken in hateful
tones divide, destroy
Words- spoken with temperance grow
understanding, foster tolerance.
Rhetoric that cannot be revoked - words...
calm focused presence
turmoil erased, inner peace