Best Mysterymay Poems
Such a legend in these dark waters born
Of ships and people vanished without a trace
Broken vessels bobbing along so forlorn
Everything sucked beneath the ocean surface
This mystery of the Atlantic is often pondered
Scholars and skeptics have discussed at length
What's become of these boats that have wandered
Into the wild blue sea losing their strength
Some have questioned how the waters may part
Taking human lives somewhere to the brink
Rumors even abound of Amelia Earhart
Along with her plane disappearing into the drink
Legend or factual truth we may never know
This Bermuda Triangle tale may always revolve
Around speculation that fascinates us so
It's seemingly a mystery we'll never solve
Expect the unexpected
Expect the Unexpected
to minimize your grieves
Anything will happen in a second
Be prepared to face with dare
Facing the problem
will reduce the serious ness of that problem
Don’t hide your face in the shadows of fear and
not to escape from struggles in tears
They come to strengthen you and
they are stepping stones to your victory
Enjoy your happy with tears and
Bear your pains with smile
Victories are very closer to your failures and
you are very near to your victories
Expect the changes in every second and
Prepare to move away with this world
Shower may fall in summer and the sun may shine in autumn
Be prepared to walk in all seasons
Death and births are just like normal happenings
Nothing is there to say more here
Expect your death at your birth and
hope to live at your last breath
SAKTHEEE S RAVICHANDRAN
I ask myself 100 times what is true happiness
When is true peace of mind too much and when is it to late to fix the
problems that once were not there
When is the relationship over
What happens when everyone you have ever cared about no longer
care for you
What do you do when you finally realize that it's just you there...
Sitting there all alone with no one at all to talk to
Especially when you need them the most
How far can you take yourself before you shut down
Is being selfish after giving wrong
How long before we have to start wearing oxygen supplies because
the air is too toxic to breathe
They say curiosity killed the cat
Can taking the risk be the one best thing that leads to the next
When are you ready to take that next leap to success
When will true gratification be accomplished
Questions
Always floating in my head
Strange isn't it
But I'm sure you've thought the same (whoever may come across this)
With all the Black Outs happening around the world and needing even
more energy and natural resources to recharge
How long before all needed resources are gone and there is nothing
left to survive
The unknown
Not knowing what the next second may offer rather good or bad
Shakes my mind frame
I must say however that almost every risk I have taken was worth it
It has lead me to my next step(s) of accomplishment(s)
It's just a man with sinister plans
Who comes to steal your life
High school girl, college student
It may just be your wife
A patient man with time in hand
He's the one to blame
Like cat and mouse he picks the one
To play his little game
He leaves no clues just T.V. crews
To televise the pain
He's long gone far down the road
While you figure out the blame
There's just one thing you should know
As your walking in the park
There just may be this kind of man
Waiting.....in the dark
Steve D Crabtree
Once Upon a Time
I was able to see how everything connected
I used to believe in the power of love
I used to believe in something perfect
Back then every facet of creation was respected
I witnessed the flowing miracles of our being
Solemn days set aside for our worship
In celebrations of light, dance and music
Once upon a time I new the living hearts of everyone were our alter
And would you believe, impossible as it may seem
Once upon a time; I even walked on water
Those were the days
In the centre of the world
Those were the days before the age; of fear
Those were the days when I lived in balance
And those were the days we lived in reverence
Yes those were the days when we were all human
Those were the days before the age; of fear
But now we are lost in our disconnection
There’s nothing left to remind us of our union
These days I can’t even think of heaven
No; not without first thinking of the fear
We have idolised ourselves in our adolescence
And discovered every possible way to feed the fear
But now I stand-alone in the architecture of my ruin
My family divided, hated and derided, by the books of these beliefs
These are the days of emptiness, this is the age; of fear
Wasting away in desperateness, to live a life, when that life is already here
These are the days of meaning-less,
Yes; this is the age; of fear
Yes I used to see the perfection
I used to know the power of love
I was able to feel our connection
When natures calling lay open in my heart
I bore witness to the flowing miracle of our conception
Once upon a time I knew the loving hearts of everyone were our alter
And would you believe, impossible as it may seem
Once upon a time; I even walked on water
But now I live in the age; of fear
The empty chair next to your bed
Written By Dean Masciarelli
March 4, 2010 (12:01pm)
The empty chair next your bed
May appear like no ones there
But if you will listen very closely
Every now and then you may hear
The sounds of a hushed whisper
That may not come through very clear
And you may smell the fresh
fragrance
of a scent that seems very familiar
It could be cologne or perfume
or the smell of fresh cut flowers
That one of your loved ones used to wear
Just to let you know that they are
there sitting in your empty chair
That may appear like no ones there
To remind you that they will always be near