They say only fools fall in love,
But I dare to prove them wrong,
When a soldier goes off to war
There is no guarantee that the cause
He is fighting for,
There is a certainty he’ll will,
Or even make it back alive,
But he goes off anyway,
Does that make him a fool?
Because there is no guarantee you will win
does that mean you shouldn’t try?
Of course you might get hurt,
But there is also a chance,
That you can make it work,
How will you know the outcome,
If you are afraid to take the chance?
If you can decipher the puzzle,
Then it’s pretty plain to see,
Coward hearts don’t fall in love,
It’s the brave hearts that do.
I wrote this poem a while back. I thought I would share it with you. There are people who go through life alone because they fear getting hurt. But how will you know if it will work out if you didn’t try?
I planted a seed of faith,
I molded it up with hope,
I showered it with love,
Then I waited for it to grow.
It grew for a while,
But then it got scorched up by the sun,
I watered it with my tears,
Refusing to let it die,
I held on to my faith,
I continued to hope.
It struggled for a while,
Then slowly began to grow.
And then one morning,
I looked outside my window,
To find that it had bloomed,
And I felt a burst of joy,
As my eyes behold,
The most beautiful of flowers,
That I have ever seen.
So many of us face difficulties, setback, and roadblocks in life. Success requires us to have patience, faith, hope, and to be persistent.
A lesson on Friendship
I cannot ease your aching heart
Nor take your pain away.
But let me stay and take your hand
and walk with you today.
I’ll listen when you need to talk,
I’ll wipe away your tears.
I’ll share your worries when they come
I’ll help you face your fears.
I’m here and I will stand by you
on each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand, let’s face the world
and live just one more day at a time
You’re not alone for I’m still here
I’ll go the extra mile
And when your grief is easier
I’ll help you learn to smile.
I wrote the poem a while back. I came across it just now and thought I would share with you.
The cool crisp air was as salty as her tears
The waves came in, washing away the sand
from under her feet, and taking with it her dreams.
Deep shadows formed as the sun whispered goodbye.
The tears dried up slowly, yet her eyes would not smile
Deep pools of darkness equates the sadness in her eyes
It is over the night wind whispered
It is over the sea gulls cried
It is over the waves echoed
It is time to say goodbye.
As Black History Month draws to a close I would like to pay tribute to all women of color. I wrote the poems some years back and I want to share it with you. To every black woman who has gone through life believing she is not good enough; just know that you are enough!
Strong Black Woman
They told her she couldn’t do it,
But she proved them all wrong.
Poor, bare foot country girl
Wanting to be doctor?
“Must be crazy,” they told her.
But she knew she was sane,
A doctor she wanted to be,
And for that goal she did aim.
They looked in awe and wonder,
Said she made them proud.
Yet they didn’t think her good enough,
For they told her she couldn’t have him,
Asked if she had lost her mind,
Doctor or not he wouldn’t marry her,
Her family was too poor,
And she was just too black.
She pitied their ignorance,
Felt ashamed for their own
lack of self-esteem.
She knew what she wanted
She knew together they would make a good team.
So she married him,
and stupid people that they were,
They wondered did he really love her or did she cast a spell?
Still enslaved by mental slavery,
They find it hard to understand,
That it is not the color of your skin,
Or the family you are from,
That defines you as a man or a woman.
As we celebrate black history month let us pay tribute to Maya Angelou for her contribution to the literary world. Today I share one of her poems with you.
Still I Rise
A touching love poem by Pablo Neruda!
Sometimes you have to keep believing that dream and hang on to the hope that against all odd your dream will become a reality!
(By Robert Frost)
This is an old classic that you never get tired of reading.