If it weren’t for Imagination,
Where would we be?
The World’s not a pretty place,
And neither are we.
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It hurts so much
Our present was so shortBut forgetting you,Will be my Tragedy,Forever,Practically, impossible!For I learnedTo love you,Like the rose,Loves the earth,That hugs her,And nurtures her roots,Sustaining her beauty,Her home and her truth.I will be orphaned,And deprived of all lightWithout you,The light that emanatedFrom your bountiful spirit,That I shared, so closelyAnd loved, so much!And,What will I doWithout you?As…
There is such a Joy in Poetry!
So hard to describe.It’s as if you are able to fly,Because the wordsMake you love, dream, singAnd sometimes, even cry.
If Love is
And necessaryWhy is hate practicedAnd taught,How can we want to killOthers,Even design, fabricateThe Poison and the Rope.Concentration CampsAre part of thisDeadly matter,Historical HorrorMurderous course,A ‘Life is a Life’But if they were JewsIt just didn’t matter,And nobody caredAnd nobody said a wordOr screamed‘Bloody Murder’As the gas chambers,Were put in motionAnd the Tragedy,Went further,Until not evenThe cries…
Saying things differently,
In a liberated universe,A world in verseFeelings and care,Poetry goes,Where no other,Does dare…
I have no age,
And to none,‘Who are you,That you are forever, young? ‘‘I am Love,And have been aroundSince the world begun’
So many things to think of,
Please, just be grateful.When poems come your way.