Best Easy Answer Poems
The way I feel, each day the bright sun would shine
Your beauty extends into the heavens
Together, we can live life to the fullest
Two hearts are beating, strong and true
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
I never knew about love and bliss
You light up everything for me
Make the world give us a little more time
With our hearts bonded and melted
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
There’s no easy answer for this marvelous feeling
We humans always a need for fire and heat
Together we're blessed with a perfect match
A future where you and I always would strive side by side
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
27.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Before the day turned into night,
the sun was shining big and bright.
It was indeed a wondrous sight
that filled my heart with such delight.
In afternoon there came a breeze
which fluttered leaves upon the trees.
My strands of hair it liked to tease,
but in the heat I felt at ease.
Before long, twilight time had come.
The sky turned rose, and then to plum.
Enchanted by it I’d become.
Such beauty – where does it come from?
The easy answer? From above
comes beauty from our God of love.
Power of the Mind:
The fact that other people's words and actions can break your heart might be alarming
But what is truly terrifying is your mind’s ability to shatter your Peace of Mind & soul.
Surrounded by people yet all alone
Trapped within this solitary zone
A world where chaos and hate overtake
Every bit of happiness that may try to escape
Laughter and smiles never seem to last
Because I am haunted by memories of my past
Running the distance with nowhere to go
These are the days of my life, a Broadway show
Screaming for help, does anyone hear
The demons of death are coming so near
Echoes in my head tormenting me all day long
Breaking the woman who was once very strong
What does serenity mean anyway
Is it the swag in my step or just the words I say
Deep rooted evil no time for a true soulmate
Wondering why joy is always a day late
Suicide is the easy answer many times I have tried
Happiness seems to be the tears I have cried
Unable to distinguish what's real from what's fiction
Hope is an illusion, an optimist's prediction
What will it take to get me right
A visit from the devil on a lonely night
Angels prepare to battle and take a stand
To remind me of their Holy land
When I want to give up, they push for me to be strong
In my head I hear their harmonious song
A tranquil state I now find myself
Dealing with the hand in which I was dealt
Good vs evil, what does it really mean
Am I dirty when I appear to be clean
Life is an illusion a constant mind trick on me
Who knows what my fate will be
Heaven and hell are both fair game
Will I succumb to peace or fall down in shame
Surrounded by people yet all alone
Trapped within this solitary zone
Its just a Depression and Anxiety
A Pure Black Day of Life .
Which had appear once in life of strong persons.
This is the truth and to become normal again
We should accept the wisdom of our all illusions & optimist’s Prediction.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Holiday Dangers
by Odin Roark
‘Tis greater to give than receive,
Begging the question: “Of what?”
Stuff remains the easy answer,
Cloaked in its brightly colored paper and ribbons,
Urging “Oohs and Ahs” from receivers,
Few can resist .
But what of a kind gesture in place of goods,
The finding of compassion and sympathy for the truly less fortunate,
Exercising that ephemeral spark of humanity once primary,
But now rapidly becoming an endangered principal of our species.
Hope hangs on…
The aware heart knows,
Like much of nature,
Humanoids can’t last forever,
That gathering of a materialistic image,
Buttressing the seductive illusions of generosity,
Be they religious or secular,
Knows only an all-consuming downward spiral,
A self-destructive glitter that blinds
As it drills deeper into itself,
Disintegrating at the end
Into the loss of “caring”
Fate’s delivery to a wide-awake darkness.
How habitual these temporal leanings,
How belittling to what innate mankind once wished to be.
In the deep recesses of my mind
There is no easy answer I can find
That answers the question why
On that day you had to die
I'm left alone to suffer in grief
From which I receive no relief
Together we were meant to be
Left alone now, it is only me
Every day as I begin to awake
Hoping your death was a mistake
Sorrow has taken it's toll
Invading my hollow soul
Our love will be forever entwined
In the deep recesses of my mind
Language and mentality
You words describe you
The language you are use to
Show a lot about you
For with your words
Your mentality is weigh
On the scale of knowledge
The outcome value
Your mentality
Mind your tongue
Think before you speak
Watch your language
As is only an easy answer
With out a question to know
Your mentality
We are till one day we are not
the sudden change you brought
not a reason not a single thought
it is easy to let things fall apart
the lost mind writing from heart
the truth that I have been taught
in a cruel way so as not to forget
a perfect shot that is on target
the hunted without movement
mind in torment from lessons learnt
straight truth time to face the fact
Some of us can easily get hurt
a weakness a very bad trait
a strength that differs us from the rest
as we care for those we love most
always cherishing all that we lost
for granted the important that exist
without thinking we blame fate
easy answer for ones own fault
Do we know what this all costs
do we look back in the past
do we our dear mistakes regret
do we care about the rest
do we take the risks
do we mend the mistakes
do we do whatever it takes
do we care what he/she thinks
do we keep the promise
do we make that choice
do we react without force
2 my daughter's im sorry I thought I could hold on longer.
Pain has become my rain and the feeling of failure stronger.
Depression is just a weapon that karma uses to conquer.
So this is my final message there's nothing I have to offer.
The love In my heart depleted I feel like my soul is empty.
Not saying im suicidal but why dose it sound so tempting.
I wish things could be different but heavens ordered my torture.
If I make it to heavens doors my pass will be null and voided.
2 my daughter im sorry but daddy was just 2 broken.
Place a rose in my casket and tell them that they can close it.
Tears fall from my face my faith is forever frozen.
Angels lead me 2 heavens gates just to show me they'll never open.
My prayers are answered silent struggles witnessed with laughter.
The ending is almost near so why not approach it faster.
Some will say im a coward and death is a easy answer.
Walk a mile in my shoes and maybe you'll understand it.
Who I used to be?
Not an easy answer - as I turn the pages of my life
to the past and ponder,
feels like a wonder!!!!
Blessed to be born in a blissful home,
cocooned by a fearless, courageous father
and a spiritual, dedicated mother,
life was a luscious lavish garden for me -
love bloomed like the delicate Dahlias
and charming Chrysanthemums,
with tender care and immersed attention,
each tiny petal with ravishing beauty!
It was the opulence of affection,
Not the glamour of worldly possessions!
I felt like a princess in my father's kingdom,
although it was not the reality...
I was born in an uprooted family...
who missed the land and memories
they left overnight!
A house adorned and encircled
by verdant plants and tall trees,
where my imaginary brook flowed beside the cottage
humming and meandering softly!
In that abode I, with a heart brimming with sapphire imagination,
and eyes full of lilac dreams...
blossomed reading and writing poetry!
Watched my mother's folded hands in prayer,
Observed my father's helping hands for the needy,
Listened to mother reminiscing her fairytale childhood days,
Forging a strong fascination for storytelling,
turning into a passion! a fountain of
kindness and piety descended from their souls,
the cadence of devotion
inspiring me to be a complete whole!
Grandparents bestowed the guiding light,
growing up with siblings was a cherished boon,
Humility and politeness were the virtues encouraged,
compassion for the poor, respect for deserving,
A sense of thankfulness surrounded my young demeanor!
Like the secret life of a precious pearl being formed,
My personality was forged by the inter-mingling of traits and
charisma inherited from family,
I miss my previous self -
eyes gleaming with golden aspirations and dreams,
Although confidence, self-reliance,
being articulate and independent unleashed a new direction to life,
The old me has given birth to a persona
Which led to an untrodden path!
Every dawn is the most promising time of the day. Promises of a new beginning, to start anew, to start afresh.
And each day I love you more and more, and I feel helpless and vulnerable. Feelings can make you mature and it can make you lonely too. Alone among a crowd.
I got a letter from you. You wrote a letter to your ammu. Filled with love and understanding.
I still can remember the day when you showed me the picture of the girl your father ended up marrying.
“Ammu, will you see this?” You sounded hesitant.
I wanted to see it. I saw the picture. Your father, his usual smile, and beside him, his new wife. A beautiful young lady.
I felt nothing. I gave up on him long ago, long, long ago. I just strangely felt that I used to sit beside him when he used to smile, almost the same way. It felt strange.
You, my oldest daughter, now 13, are also turning into a beautiful lady. When you smile, when sunlight reflects on your knee-long hair, I think about my mother. I cannot think about her often. Somehow the door got shut as it seems less painful, it seems more convenient.
At night, we, two lonely souls, were trying to sleep, side by side.
You asked me at last, “Ammu, will you not remarry? Don’t you love someone?”
I was thinking about answering that. It is never an easy answer.
When you were a child, you used to declare that you will be a gynecologist when you grow up. You were so sure about that! You, my oldest daughter, used to draw pictures of Butterflies, rainbows. And in those pictures, we used to smile. We used to hold hands with each other. Me, baba, you and your little brother.
I still remember about one day. We were sitting, the front yard of our house was a cozy place to sit and chat. You were jumping with your brother. I saw a young boy walking by. He was looking at you. A boy of your age, under the twilight sky, was looking at my young daughter.
Last night you were holding my hand. Your voice felt soft and gentle. You sounded softer than your usual tone. You wanted to know about my future plan. You were asking me while your hand was touching mine.
For a strange reason, I was thinking about that evening. I felt loved, I felt special.
And I felt displaced.
Destiny
He is the man who falls short despite doing all he could and all he can.
He walks and runs for miles.
Endures his numerous trials.
Stands his ground in the midst of all that beguiles.
She is the woman who searches for love.
When in her weakest moments, she is taken advantage of.
Yet she chooses to let go and rise above.
They are the family that escaped Hurricane Katrina.
They braved the world of chaos, death, and loss to arrive at yet another filthy arena.
They longed for the security of a home.
Now, they never think twice of taking for granted or question the value of clean clothes,
a toothbrush or a comb.
He is the orphan boy who longs to be anyone's pride and joy.
He loves his books and he likes to draw.
His stories and his art leave his audience to stare in awe.
She is a foster child.
Her father died and her mother went wild.
She's never had pretty pink bows to decorate beautiful blonde hair that's never been
styled.
She stares upon a cold wall at bedtime for fear of the children who mock that she's shy.
She wishes upon the stars she can't see that someone would lull her to sleep with her
favorite lullaby.
Lonely hearts and souls like these come together in whole to understand why life is so
unfair.
Sometimes they find the answers they're looking for.
Other times, the answers simply aren't there.
They are then left in want of something more.
Our souls long to know how to change what is beyond our control.
Acceptance isn't an easy answer and it never will be.
But, that's one certain answer to fate and destiny.
We may never know how, why, or when.
That's how accepting some things that cannot be changed and others that are still
beyond our control comes in again.
It doesn't always make sense but one day it will, hitherto hence.
Destiny has found its soul mate in fate.
I should be writing books,
Screenplays and sitcoms
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I shouldn't be watching
Have I Got News For You
From 1999 on UK Gold
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I should be doing something
Better with my free time
Than slowly vegetating
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I shouldn't be content
With the easy answer
Instant gratification, copping out
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I really should write
Another verse in this poem
Something witty and insightful
But I won't...
It's that infernal sloth again
Ives Michael Rasmussen
1892-1919
So, there you are, my friends,
And here I am, resting, nodding off, in the cool dirt,
Of shady and forgotten Mt. Olive Cemetery.
There are many of us here, sleeping, and waiting,
As you are sleeping and waiting, up there,
Above the grass, and the old mossy tombstones.
We all know now what life meant,
We all know now that life was a serious matter indeed.
We all found out that every person must make a choice,
The choice of eternity… here, where we are.
We the dead know now, that life was just a test,
A simple test with an easy answer.
But I am dead now, and so, don’t ask me.
The truth must come from him, the Master,
For I am nothing, absolutely nothing,
Just dust and atoms lying askew, here in the dark,
Of shady and forgotten Mt. Olive Cemetery.
So, there you are, my friends,
And here I am, waiting for the final trumpet peal.
Waiting for something no one can possibly imagine,
I am waiting for my savior to open up the big skydoor,
And I am waiting for the tremulous toppling,
Of these old mossy tombstones.
My verse begins
where logic ends
Escape its mission
new light to bend
The easy answer
the convenient close
Now left to others
by others chose
Each phrase a path
that leads inside
Beyond where dogma
schemed and lied
A light there shines
unto itself
By grace of nothing
above all else
The music starts
once halfway in
To cleanse your mind
of lies and whim
Words join each note
to dance in song
All time untethered
—from right or wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Wherefore
There are a question philosophers and goat herders
has in common with the rest of us the modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting it way survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on
the environment we live in, such as education. friends
we meet and dreams.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us.
The cynical among us have an easy answer,
but they cannot tell you why they become suspicious and
why Adolf became Hitler.
The nearest answer I can think of that life is a prelude
to a new existence an astral life form free of ego, and ownership
will not be asked, we are free truly
liberated of the life that weighed us down on earth.
God is not in this picture, an abstraction we give thanks to when a war ends
and pray to during a new war which is like wildfire
there are always conflicts that are not planned but just happen
on life on our planet.
Humanity is like a lost child in an amusement park, the colours
of the blinking light are a warning, and outside the park it is dark we look for guidance but cannot find the answer.