Childhood Peace Poems

A seal torn open
Sentimental drops 
onto once delicate fingers, 
piercing colors to glint, 
hidden treasure. 

A forgotten token, 
a rush of memories between the ears
Once...

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I have done everything.
I have survived the harshest winters, braved the fiercest jungles, and fought the most heroic battles.
You have too.
You looked to your friend,...

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My wife and I have spent a good deal of our lives living between the city limit signs of one metropolis or another. As urban...

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I knew her from childhood,
But when manhood came, we
Gradually grew far apart.
More correctly, I left her.
But she was always there,
And there for me, whether
Or not...

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Pretty gardens, peaceful grounds praying gratefully.  

...

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As I read poetry,  
I love reading the amazing words.  
When breathing in,  
each word comes alive.  
When breathing out, ...

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Now the year is
Ending
With a toast to

You and yours may
Every dream come true
As you
Roar into the bright New Year~2024...

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Who is my enemy?
Do I really know? Those 
who are waging a war to amass
lands or wealth, or those who 
are depriving the downtrodden
of food...

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I creep around
Before the dawn
The hopeful joy
Of Christmas morn

Each floorboard creaks
As tippy-toe
Snow laden boots
So quietly go

The child-like thrill
Of early eyes
Awake in hope
Of morning prize

For being...

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Tonight as I gazed out my window,  
I saw a shiny bright star on a velvet sky.  
I wondered if it hung over...

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Artiste, she paints in breathless strokes,
Dedicated to the art, the flow,
Colors alive, blushing in bold and bashful caresses,
Lifting the heart, soothing as laughter.

Artiste, she splatters...

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free  
brings one  
peaceful life  
sleep good tonight  
dream  

...

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In life,
there are times when anxiety can set in.
Maybe from a person or a place,
then fear can follow.
Seems like anxiety and fear are best friends,
and...

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In our days of rage the world’s ablaze, with anger’s fire, 
We’re utterly stuck, in tempestuous muck and quagmire.
Lives were simple, and laughs easy, in...

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Sunday eventide on the slope of the
fire-hued mountain,
owls take flight from the pine boughs,
I'm sitting by an open window,
peace of writing in the night.

Hunter's moon,...

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