Tag: Poetry
It is Okay
You let your guard down,
And I see in your smile,
A glimpse of the softness deep within,
That you try so hard to hide.
You pretend to be tough,
I suppose it’s the macho thing to do,
But deep inside your yearn for love,
For someone to accept you.
You try to mask your gentle side,
You pretend you don’t need anyone,
But if the truth be known,
You hunger for love just like anyone.
It is okay to care you know,
It is okay to show your emotions’
It is okay because it shows that you are human.
Don’t Wait
Don’t wait to do what should be done,
That you have long delayed –
For we are not assured the grace
To live beyond today;
And we cannot return from death
To what we left behind,
To do some deed we should have done
For God or humankind.
Don’t wait to speak the words of love
Another waits to hear,
Don’t wait to hug, in warm embrace,
Some heart you hold so dear;
And wait no more to share your wealth
With charities in need
Or beg forgiveness of the Lord
For hidden, sinful deeds.
Today is yours to do or say
What you have long delayed –
That should be said – or should be done
Before your Judgement Day;
And you, dear heart – just you, alone –
Know what you’ve left to do
To better complement your life
Before this day is through.
Michael Dubina
Can I?
Rain drops pitter, patter on the roof,
As I look into your eyes,
The touch of your gentle caress,
Makes me want so much to forget,
The crazy world outside.
When you say that you love me,
Do you really mean it,
Or is it just another lie?
Is this love reunion,
Or another betrayal?
Can I trust you to be true?
If I give you my heart,
Will you protect it?
Or will you just tear it apart,
And leave me standing in the dark?
My heart wants to receive you,
I want so much to believe in you,
Can I?
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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 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!
Author Marva Seaton 
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