I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
The music of language, intricate rhyme schemes, elegant phrases, vivid images - the art of poetry is enough to inspire many to write it. Poetry is the practice of creating artworks using language. What could be a better way than discovering the music inside yourself than Poetry? Words are the soul of any rythm, any sort of music.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Portrait of a Friend
- Anonymous
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Last Nail
when all happiness ends
the clouds of sorrow ascend
when there is no one to depend
all alone you are unable to defend
when memories act as dope
life seems all in mope
when all sounds are a trope
your soul slips in dark's grope
you remember the warmth of embrace
the sparkling smile on her face
the magical charm and grace
missing all those wonderful days
when you were together as one
every moment you lived for fun
you worshiped the power of numen
in belief, the bliss cannot be undone
a day then came, when broken
were the dreams, ground shaken
revealed was her true craft
crying, bleeding you lay bereft
you realize loosing your friends
earning many a foes
finding no way to gain back
what you lost, adds up to your woes
strength had gone, courage was frail
to her last jolt, you failed
sealing your coffin, she
hammered in the last nail!
the clouds of sorrow ascend
when there is no one to depend
all alone you are unable to defend
when memories act as dope
life seems all in mope
when all sounds are a trope
your soul slips in dark's grope
you remember the warmth of embrace
the sparkling smile on her face
the magical charm and grace
missing all those wonderful days
when you were together as one
every moment you lived for fun
you worshiped the power of numen
in belief, the bliss cannot be undone
a day then came, when broken
were the dreams, ground shaken
revealed was her true craft
crying, bleeding you lay bereft
you realize loosing your friends
earning many a foes
finding no way to gain back
what you lost, adds up to your woes
strength had gone, courage was frail
to her last jolt, you failed
sealing your coffin, she
hammered in the last nail!
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