Category: poetry

Every Morning {Grace E. Easley}

Waking up each morning
Brings an eagerness to live,
And joy seeps from my waiting heart,
As through an open sieve.
The years seem to have no consequence,
And I am once again
Soaking up God’s goodness,
Like the brown earth after rain.
My cross is not so heavy
When view in morning light,
And I can face by day the thoughts
I could not bear at night.
It’s only in believing that
God shares my narrow way;
That I can keep the best in life,
And throw the rest away.
It’s all in how you look at life
That tells the final tale;
How well you measures up decides
If you win or fail.
So when I wake each morning,
Though I can’t see His face,
I know God walks beside me,
And the world’s a better place.

Live Life

What do you do when your plans go asunder?
What do you do when they all come to naught?
you pick up the pieces, you brush off the dust,
You stop for a moment and cry if you must,
You smile through the tear drops and try to be brave,
Then you move on forward to battle the next wave.

Life is sometimes a battlefield where,
Only the toughest survive.
Life comes with problems we all must try to overcome,
Don’t dwell too much on the problems,
Lest you forget how to have fun.

Everyday presents an opportunity for you to begin
To write a new chapter in your book of life,
Cherish every moment, take the bitter with the sweet,
Let your book be bright and colorful,
Take the time to make it great.
When you grow old cherish those moments,
And remember that when your chapter
In this book of life is over,
For someone else it just begins.

‘Maybe’

It is funny how dreams can vanish,
right before our eyes,
We create this perfect picture,
of how life is supposed to be,
But it is all in our child’s mind,
For we grow up and discover,
What we had envisioned was just a fairy tale,
And that in life there are a few yes’s and a lot of maybe’s.

Maybe I’ll finish high school,
At the top of my class,
Maybe I’ll graduate college with honors,
Maybe I’ll get that job I so badly want,
Maybe I’ll find that perfect someone,
Maybe some day we will get married,
Maybe someday I’ll get my dream house,
Maybe, Maybe.

Nothing in life is certain,
no matter how carefully you plan,
And it doesn’t take much,
To upset your plans,
And shatter your dreams,
And turn your yes’s into maybe’s.

Mother at Sixteen

 

She was looking lost and forlorn,
Her frail body slouching forward,
holding tightly at the young child in her arms.
The baby was crying, she attempted to feed him,
but from the white cracks on her lips,
and her sunken eyes, you couldn’t help but wonder,
if she wasn’t hungry too.

She looked around anxiously,
as if expecting someone,
The shadows of evening are lengthening,
and she is all alone at the train station,
She is alone with her baby and a bag by her feet,
which holds all her earthly possessions.

Her mother’s harsh words still echoed in her ears,
‘Go find you baby father, find the man who breed you,
I can’t afford to take care a you and no baby!”
He said he would come, he said he would meet her here.
That was two days ago.
And here she was, still alone at the train station,
Just sixteen years old,
Alone and scared, with nowhere to go!

 

The Masquerade

The masquerade stands
alone and distant,
A look of deep fixation,
A show of authority,
Of even contempt,
Oozing arrogance.

But like a wall of ice
which can remain
but only for a time,
The sunshine of spring
melts away the ice of winter,
The masquerade topple over
and slowly melts away.

For the Love of Money

She plays the dutiful wife,
she pretends that everything is all right,
But alone in her bed at night,
she wonders who she is fooling.
He doesn’t love her,
He doesn’t really care.
The big house, the expensive car,
the money in the bank,
Does nothing to ease her loneliness,
or to make up for the fact,
She has lost him to someone else
and she cannot win him back.

She cries herself to sleep at night,
And wonder what she is doing wrong,
why she lies alone each night,
while another woman has her man.
Sometime she wants to leave him,
but it is really hard to do,
She has become too accustomed to living,
this life of luxury.
It would be easy to leave him,
but not the money, the big house or the car,
So she suffers silently
and tells herself,
You just can’t have it all!

Marva Seaton

Believe in Yourself

My post for today is a re-post of the poem believe in yourself.

 

 

 

Believe in yourself,
And what you can be,
And not what others,
Think that you are,
Believe in your dreams,
And what you can achieve,
If you work towards your goal,
Believe in tomorrow,
And the hope that it brings,
With the dawn of each new day,
Believe in love,
And the one that you love,
The person you know him to be,
But the most important of all of these,
Is that you believe in you.

I thought I would re-post this poem after reading an article a few days ago where a twenty-three year old nurse from Guyana committed suicide by drinking poison after having some love issues with her partner.  I couldn’t help think, what a waste of a young life!   The message to all of this is, put no one above you.  Love yourself!  Reach for the stars and maybe you can’t touch them but at least take the time to see all the things that are positive around you.  Life is precious don’t let it go to waste!

The Man

Three times a car goes round the block,
He takes her car and say it’s his,
She walks to work and he drives around.
He takes her money and give other ladies,
She pays the bills.
She cooks and clean,
All he does is watch TV all day,
She does everything,
He kills the dog.

By Terriann Bonnick {age 12}

Scars

I see the scars etched upon your face,
I tried to catch your eyes,
but you quickly looked away.
“It was an accident,” you say,
but we both know the truth.
“I  love him,” you say,
The question is, does he love you too?
Don’t you know girl,
that love is not supposed to hurt?
It’s not supposed to leave you
with scars etched upon your face.
I think if I look deep enough I’ll see,
the scars etched upon your heart.

Marva Seaton

The Fear

I see in your eyes,
Reflections of me,
The tenderness of your smile,
Showing the love you try,
So hard to disguise,
Breaking through the wall,
You build around you,
In your desperate bid to be free.

I see you trying to reach out,
to the future,
Yet so afraid to let go of the past,
Afraid that history will repeat itself,
So you remain in your safe world.

It’s not that you are a coward,
It’s just that you are afraid,
Too afraid to trust,
Too afraid to believe in me,
Too afraid to stay,
Lest you fall in love.

So you play a game,
Of forever running away,
My heart bleeds for you,
And I understand your pain,
For worst than the fear,
Of having one’s heart broken,
Is the fear of falling in love.

Marva Seaton

 

Questions of the Heart

What is life, and what of love,
Moments when speech is not necessary,
There is no need for spoken words,
And the language of the flesh,
Is the language expressed.
Lips meet, hands reach out,
Frantic and searching,
Hungering for love’s fulfillment,
And one look says more,
Than a hundred spoken words can.

Lying in your arms,
Can you look in my eyes,
And see past me,
To the yearning in my soul?
Can you see what no other eyes can,
This hunger in my soul?
And when your arms are locked about me,
And I give in willingly to your desires,
Do you seek to please me, or just yourself?

Would you think it silly,
If I should cry in your arms?
If you wish to speak,
And I say I prefer the silence?
Would you think it silly,
If all I want tot do,
Is to lie in your arms,
Savoring your warmth,
Holding on to you as if there,
Is no tomorrow?

Will you ever really understand me?
This child-like part of me,
That clings to you,
As if afraid to let go?

Marva Seaton