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Jack Edwards Poem
It just could be the
Most pure thing of all,
Unsettled in the sky
It waits yet to fall.
The essence of life,
An angle of death,
An infant screaming
Takes its first breath.
Merged and falls down
Together as if to say,
“Not everything depends on
How much you work, but play.
And love, and praise for
All those good days,
Living life to its fullest
In all its possible ways.”
Patiently hoping and
Waiting I shall stand,
With one single open
Outstretched hand.
Copyright © Jack Edwards | Year Posted 2005
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Jack Edwards Poem
As A single raindrop
Splashes upon my skin,
A fierce and mighty storm
Is getting ready to blow in.
Raindrop after raindrop
Block the evening light,
The incoming thunder holds
Back its powerful might.
Running for cover, it's
Now to much for me,
Looking through a curtain
Of rain out upon the sea.
Nature proving that she
Is the one that's real.
A circle of perfect harmony,
The rhythm of life's wheel.
Now all your worries, all fear,
Doubt, shame, and pain
Are able to be to leave,
So let go with the dying rain.
Copyright © Jack Edwards | Year Posted 2005
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Jack Edwards Poem
Crawling along in my loneliness,
Falling away from all of this.
Is this the way that life's become,
Is suffering a way of life for some?
Inside my soul it has grown cold,
I have nothing now which to hold.
Where's the hope now in the light,
I have given up this hopeless fight.
I've fallen in darkness over my head,
Within my torment I've made my bed.
I have nothing now but broken pride,
The scars of my pain seed deep inside.
I cry out with what strength is mine,
But now I know I've been left behind.
My silent yells that know-one hears,
Will be forgotten with unfallen tears.
When I'm buried deep in the ground,
Eternally in darkness, forever bound.
Copyright © Jack Edwards | Year Posted 2005
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Jack Edwards Poem
When anything is limitations
Where do those limits go?
Nothing should be everything
With still enough room to grow.
This is when the darkest day
Looks like the lightest night,
And still you reach when your
Dreams are far out of sight.
Anything then is truly real
As long as you still believe
Everything you have longed for
You are still able to achieve.
Hope doesn't make one a fuel,
But one of courage and faith.
Giving use the will to go on,
And helps give use strength.
So, to understand is to learn
Knowledge is loving to know,
One can only try over again,
And life is for one to grow.
Copyright © Jack Edwards | Year Posted 2005
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