Details |
Seth Poorman Poem
The day comes to an end and night draws near
Where the shadows are cast but vision is clear
The sun fights back with a vibrant show
With colors on the horizon that don't want to go
The beautiful death that is the light
In an ever ending circle there is a constant fight
Where light and shadow try to win
If only they would see they are truly kin
Light and dark like a canvas in the sky
Beautiful art without having to try
Together they spar creating elegance in their wake
I am forever grateful for the beauty my eyes take
Copyright © Seth Poorman | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Seth Poorman Poem
These horrible whispers are back again
They are telling me I should bring my life to an end
I fight the whispers back like a hero who is brave
But I know one day they will send me to my grave
They use to come so little but now so much
Stronger with every blow they can throw me with one touch
I'm beaten I'm worn the whispers are too strong
I need some help I don't have long
My armor is cracked and I can not mend
But these horrible whispers are back again...
Copyright © Seth Poorman | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Seth Poorman Poem
A Mother is a person who has unconditional love
Whose a protector, steadfast, like a guardian from above
A guide to show you a good path in life
and comfort when things cut you down like a knife
A teacher when knowledge is out of your reach
and mentor who always tries to practice what they preach
A Mother is a person who always has your back
like a shield during times when your armor has a crack
A Mother is everything that I say, it's true
because my mother does all this and makes it look easy too
Copyright © Seth Poorman | Year Posted 2024
|