Merely Poems - Poems about Merely

What good do we do? in this world we are in especially with our tongues giving our sounds an airing We humans have a voice given to us to air a sound to which we should use well or else it'll be buried underground So often this voice is so human for it fades away into the air just in a moment, it goes away never...

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start writing-she said as if she knew about the contents of her head shave off pieces ...

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They are not merely poets. They are sorcerers of words, concealed deep within their souls, Letting them seep out quietly like mysterious shadows. They fear not critics, for they understand that poetry Is an ancestral calling, a force springing from their very beings. Their journals transform into kindness or darkness, Before they realize their calling as magicians of words. Their truths emerge...

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We are merely human Not gods nor beasts Something makes us different Not powerful, just unique...

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She distributes the wands and the cups. Her client taps a card, choosing it. The death card comes up. The client gasps. She takes her hand and begins to explain. She has Bambi brown eyes, and a kind soul. The client settles down, wanting to believe in her explanation, in the cards, in a happily ever after. She is not merely a...

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My friend, why have you spun out of joint? Or am I now cross-eyed? Is one of us running out of rhythm? Or both spinning in circles? Why is everything I say just a question? Can I speak or write a statement? Would you play Beethoven, or shall I put on Mozart? Is this not something I ask you? So why should this be...

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Mind merely knows, whilst our heart glows One with the universe In stillness slow, our soul mellows Singing the divine verse Single eye spherical By touch vibrational Feels bliss pulse radial Exit shallows Mind merely knows 08-November-2021 Quietus ...

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If external reality is merely perception ~ Is whatever's out there just cruel deception?...

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Life was not mused on, merely enjoyed! No questioning but from silent eyes Wondrous wide, no more dismal for Every secret hung in night skies. When all for Right and Wrong's blurred lined Distinctions worth making clear As quick our sprint, for play-border's own Lit, unlit defined, would appear. Even as wind with a rainy hand Was slapping a face I could reveal Each season's...

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He brags about his expensive house and his pricey things. He has all of the best parts of a house but no people inside Not even him, for he has to work three jobs to keep it. He never meets a good woman, never has a family. He spends his life alone. He brags and brags, bringing me...

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Death is not cruel. Its hands, untouched by prejudice, Welcome each and all at the behest of Time. For Time, Death's Companion, Compels us to accept Death's embrace, And daily reminds us of its eventuality. We may shout, cry, rebel, or simply turn away, Believing that which covets our lives is unscrupulous. It is life which leads us to this abhorrence. I...

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` Maple leaf wishes fall, scattered about a silent lawn framing pathways hidden beneath blankets of decaying sorrow I wander with eyes closed for to see means to cry among these shadows creeping in deep tones as my thoughts once again fade into you Northern borders point fingers with emptiness as their focus for where I sit, I sit alone wondering does the thought of...

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Merely Choices Millions of hugs and millions of kisses are missing So too those glorious days for reminiscing Too many balls and too many dolls never played with Sixty million laughing voices, silenced as merely choices We now ride with young Willie McBride But you will never sit at our graveside For us there are no white crosses, no names upon...

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What we love dearly, (5) May have started out merely, (7) Yet now see clearly. (5)...

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Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self, gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately. Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings. Your diary entries may form themselves into goodness or badness before you realize...

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