Will Poems - Poems about Will

My dog dug a hole large enough to push my husband’s F-150 into. How do you know? Because Poochie pushed Richie’s truck in there. At least he apologized, right? He is a golden. I think they have manners. Not yet. He disappeared on Wednesday The day after it happened. ...

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One day, I will leave on a path of mist and dreams, to an unknown place where silences whisper eternal stories, into a secret mountain hidden on the maps of my heart, where the shadows of the past dance under the gentle sunset. One day, I will leave with steps of wind that carry my desires, with a suitcase full...

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There you will be If I could step a foot into eternity and reach open the door there you would be, waiting for me. Paws that waited what seemed an eternity to you. Ready and up you go jumping on my legs, tail wagging, you would entice me with your glistening eyes, your velvet...

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Today I will smash the old computer and count the air between us, I will burn the books for warmth, letting the ashes paint my glasses with memories, and I will uproot the withered plant, sowing its seeds in the plastic flower, a monument of memory without growth, an altar of silent stagnation. I will walk the crowded road,...

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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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Along with the Thunder ...

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When Will This All End? The world is at war with no regret. What kind of civil war is this? Nothing ever changes. Leaders are restless. Another missile in the sky. Another person will die. No meaning of this. Leaders will never quit. Always something to prove. Another bullet goes through. Never ending death. Another...

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When I cannot speak, who will catch the cry That hangs on the hush of a midnight sky? Will the wind recall what I longed to say, And carry it soft through the silver-grey? The stars may glisten with borrowed grace, But they know nothing of my place— My quiet ache, my silken grief, The fragile bloom of a half-lived belief. Will the...

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I carried the weight of the world in my hands, Three small hearts beating through my own, Raised on weary limbs and sleepless nights, In silence, I labored — always alone. I gave them my body, my breath, my days, Stitched their childhoods with trembling thread, Fed them with hours I didn’t have, Wrapped them in warmth when the world felt dead. I...

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Yesterday I forgot how to fly. I went to take off and the sky wouldn't take me. Clouds too puffed up to let someone like me into their streets. They must have taken them - my wings. They think I don't belong there. I know because that's where the rest of humanity is - on the ground. Now that I think about...

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I opened my eyes when it was too late. The river passed before my wide-open eyes. I missed my childhood; I was a prisoner in my mind. Neither God was called, nor nature invoked. Fate took the driving seat of my life, Only regret will not compensate now! The grass was greener, The sky seemed clearer, And when I look back in the mirror, What...

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You know why Hippos and Rhinos never get heart attacks? Because they don’t stir-fry their veggies in oil, Nor add salt or sugar to their desserts. You know why monkeys keep monkeying around? Because they belong to a Banana Republic. You know why corns are so sweet? Because they are all ears and hear everything but do not gossip. Say nothing. You know why dogs fetch...

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God promises to take care of me and you. He'll give you peace as you pass through. He doesn't promise to take all problems away. But He reassures us that we'll be ok. He says weeping may endure for the night. But joy can surely come with the morning's light. Problems will come, but they will not stay. While it's they're. Deal...

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Employing absolute freedom innate, as the subject, the object and the means the triad of energies shapes our fate, with the light of Self veiled behind five screens, the densest being our organic form, God’s vital life breath enlivening dust, entwined with mind, conjuring a thought storm, bliss body and childlike heart that does trust, being then the hurdles we need to cross, to...

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When I finally win over your reserved heart, Promise to never tear delicate thing apart. When I finally show you how you are mine, You will realize precisely how I am so fine. When I finally win over your reluctant mind, Promise to never make you be in a bind. When I finally show dimensions of my soul, You will realize all...

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