As if it were an old friend,
That to sentiments does lend,
An opening, deep and through.
You can always go back
To ‘That’ poem,
The one that when was read
Traversed your heart,
At that moment,
Was just what you needed,
The very close friend,
That to your pain,
A sympathetic ear did lend.
Similar Posts
We were so close, even though we had never met,
In Life you don’t always want,What life wants you to get,I feel myself going into a haze,A painful life-threatening daze,Goodbye, Adieu,I always asked, ‘Why are we here? ‘,WHY? ? ?Does it really matter if we live or die?
There are many loves, in many ways,
That’s not the same, that’s not the sameThat’s not the same way, I love you,With joy and pain, almost insane,This passion burns me through and through.In every drop of limpid rain,I see your face, I hear your nameThe wind conveys it’s Mystery,But can’t take you away from me.And so we travel, hand in hand,Love takes…
Looking for a lonely hand,
Navigating in the fog,Of loveless planets, cold,Searching in the cratered Moon,For poems young and old,Searching for a kindred Soul,A story yet untold.
What calms the pain within?
But in this World,Such lies are hurled,That Truth seems like a Sin.
Hit me with a whiff of immortality,
Down here on Earth,There’s nothing worth,To see or even try,But many reasons,Just to say goodbye!
The world is so polluted
With hate and murderViolence, silence,People without Truth.There comes a pointWhen reason failsAnd all around you look,You ask yourself,What went so wrong?We lost our human roots.Man, oh, Man!With all your evil roots,Such hate in beating heart,How many times have you been givenA chance for a new start?Time is running out for you,You missed the play,You loused…