The sunlight on your face
Can't brighten our
Breaking hearts
And the clouds rolling in
Bring a storm
That can't compare
To the one you have fought
Let the rain fall down
And wash away our tears
That we must say goodbye
And let Him take you Home
Where you will shine
With the sun
And brighten our homes
With your eternal presence
06.24.10
Letting Go
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Insignificance
We awaken on this day
Blessed to see daylight
No matter what the weather
Dare you act with it in sight
You embrace the memory
Of today's anniversary
Wishing the clock stalled time
Keeping thoughts that you will carry
At the end of the last hour
Long shadows cast in the night
Swallowing the day's intentions
Diminished that they might
Mean less to the one you love
Transforming today's intent
To one you'd rather forget
With yesterday it is buried and sent
With your tears that fall silently
Harboring another lost day
Holding your fragile heart
And keeping from running away
06.23.10
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 11:14 AM 0 comments
Labels: Heartbreak, Poetry, Special Occasions
Pieces of Love
Innocence under the covers
Preparing to rest his little body
Welcoming slumber slowly
Will he let me kiss him goodnight?
I wrap my warms around him
And leave him with a kiss
Hopeful my love will carry
Through a peaceful night of sleep
He tosses it on the floor
Before I can leave the room
"Take that kiss back!" he says
And it shatters at my feet
I pick up the pieces
Scattered beside his bed
While he answers with laughter
When I ask what I will do
He refuses to take the pieces
I must take them out of the room
I'm thankful he can't toss the love
Too big for him to break
03.09
Misery's Company
Your self-imposed silence will cry
Imprisonment in itself
Breaking the barriers of this lie
More lows today than one sought after high
Outweigh the bank’s wealth
And we don’t share the pie
Nobody will ask us why
You’ll continue in your stealth
To not let this moment die
But look into my eyes
I can’t fake good health
Yet another day will pass us by
Where I won’t know for my
Freedom trapped upon your shelf
Further inhibiting you and I
The limit is not the sky
Only that which you give yourself
Thinking us you can want to buy
Will clip my wings so I can’t fly
01.18.10
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 2:36 PM 0 comments
Labels: happiness, health, Villanelle
Weakened Knots
It is delicate and thin
Frayed at the edges
Knots tied together
From the repeated pledges
They are feet that are weary
From pacing the floor
Traversing only old places
To remember vows from before
It is bruised and often heavy
Too close to breaking
Tho strong for tomorrow
And reasons it is taking
They are lost in their ignorance
Unwilling to learn
That He offers His hand
At each and every turn
It is removed from its place
Every evening for use
To hold not just the wine
But also the excuse
To tie yet another knot
Not to take the same path
To show them that love
Can be toasted from the glass
That offers a new start
Letting go of the past
With broken wings they’ll fly
Finding a new path to explore at last
12.16.09
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Truth That Lies
The water underneath the creaking bridge
Through sunny day storms will recede and rise
Testing the strengths of the brave ones
Dividing them between the truth that lies
Visible beyond but way out of reach
Except for the ones who will together hold hands
Knowing strength in numbers will keep them alive
Despite breeching morals that dissolve like sand
They will toss out a rope to save their own
And turn a blind eye to the dog paddlers
Who will eventually make way to solid ground
Still not losing sight of what really matters
They’ll shake off the remnants of dirt
And with the others on that bridge will stand
While their own might be lost to keep it from breaking
Knowing it’s needed to connect the two lands
They will accept in silence their continued defeat
And some may choose not to always follow
The ones who pretend to be who they are not
Because popularity is their only shadow
Thinking they are safer in greater numbers
Losing sight of who they really are
The underdogs see especially on sunny days
Because the colors of shadows are always dark
11.14.08
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 11:52 AM 0 comments
Labels: cliques, Poetry, popularity
Tempered Glass
Every time you scream
You risk shattering the glass
That divides us as we are
Holding on while running fast
To save our scrambling feet
From being cut by the sharp edges
We foresee quickly falling down
In your angry frightening message
And once the glass is broken
It cannot be repaired
The cracks won't hold us here
Because we no longer will have cared
To attempt to block the blows
That are your words of misuse
Untouchable we'll be to you
And the glass will be bullet-proof
10.14.09
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 8:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: anger, impatience, Poetry