Short On Writing And Wordslife Poems
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In this cauldron of life
Words can kill like a knife
All around there is so much sound
But in man’s heart no peace found
If life could be lived in the silence of the soul
Mind would remain still like water in a bowl
What if
Life was perfect and there were no pain nor sorrow
What if for every moment of your life there were no
moments of sadness
What if life was full of love,peace,and happiness
What if? Just what if everything that glittered was
naturally gold?
What if love was a fairytale and you lived happily ever?
What if?Just what if "IF" was a "FIFTH"
Form:
To seek and never find,life
-the tragedy of living;
To see and never find,love
-the tragedy of being;
To seek and never find,faith
-the tragedy of after-life;
To live and never find,art-
to live life without seeing;
To live life sans poetry,
with one-dimensional sight,
without imagination-
life exists in black and white.
Believe,emote and desire
too soon,this life expires.
well what can i say my lifes a dream come true
maybe for me and maybe for you but life is a
reality check if u havent realized i feel it in my skin
and wen i open my eyes i trust myself in everything i do
my life depends on all things to.....
try to fell my pain and live free
try being a bird in a cage for eternity
try being a dog who cannot bark
or a cat without a meow and thats how
you can never amount to my life
Form:
Walking in the yard
Looking at the stars one night,
Was my life wasted?
Is life just going to work?
Paying bills, sleeping,
Deep inside I know there’s more.
I went back inside,
Sit down and began to quake.
That’s when she started.
Guiding me to the keyboard,
Writing was not me.
My Muse gave me my first words.
Empowering words,
Flew from my dead fingertips,
Now I write for her,
Bringing purpose to my life,
Her gift is within my soul.
The life within me
reflects one so strong
while never revealing what dwells within
Never allowing any to dig
to learn of what dwells inside
nor learn of the tears cried
The life that dwells below the surface
is fragile
and torn so many times
Trying to understand the future
while being haunted by the past
walking through a maze with eyes closed
The path taken is dark
never understanding its course
or the reason for the journey
hoping to understand
when there is no reason
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