Foreword :
I have always loved the beauty of Poetry, how words alone can grip the mind and stimulate the soul. Poetry is a feeling, like the tears of happiness or sorrow that we don't speak of. It's the cries of a breaking heart and the songs of love that we keep locked away. Within these pages lay just some of the hopes, trials and tribulations that have made me who I am.
So take a deep breath if you dare,
And settle into your favorite chair.
Of my plights and dreams, have a care, As some were written amidst despair.
May my hopes lift your spirit,
As my demons make you ponder.
The heart is a perfect conduit,
To understanding life in all its wonder.
A Flower Left to Bloom
I once held a beautiful flower,
Dear to my …show more content…
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The journey of three has begun.
What starts as three shall end as one,
Offering no justice for what he, the demon, has done.
The Leafless Tree
Looking out the window before me
As far as my eyes can see,
I struggle to find anything more pure
Then an old leafless tree.
A true wonder of the Gods it is,
Standing tall, reaching for the sky.
Well worn by time and seasons,
Surely it’ll be standing long after I die.
It reaches so close I can almost touch it,
A monument of nature in ancient grace;
Yet I can’t help but feel guilty,
As if I should ask forgiveness for invading it’s space.
As I look out the window before me,
Beauty is all I see.
A sure wonder of nature it must be,
I thank the Gods for inspiring me with this leafless tree.
The Rape of the Natural World
I can’t help but stare
At the accomplishments of man.
Questioning, as I often dare,
The destruction involved in such a plan.
What you might see as progress,
Even in the most honest intent;
I see as inevitable distress,
Becoming slaves to these tombs of steel and cement.
My heart goes out to all those species
Of all creatures great and small;
Whose existence has been torn to
I have always loved the beauty of Poetry, how words alone can grip the mind and stimulate the soul. Poetry is a feeling, like the tears of happiness or sorrow that we don't speak of. It's the cries of a breaking heart and the songs of love that we keep locked away. Within these pages lay just some of the hopes, trials and tribulations that have made me who I am.
So take a deep breath if you dare,
And settle into your favorite chair.
Of my plights and dreams, have a care, As some were written amidst despair.
May my hopes lift your spirit,
As my demons make you ponder.
The heart is a perfect conduit,
To understanding life in all its wonder.
A Flower Left to Bloom
I once held a beautiful flower,
Dear to my …show more content…
•
The journey of three has begun.
What starts as three shall end as one,
Offering no justice for what he, the demon, has done.
The Leafless Tree
Looking out the window before me
As far as my eyes can see,
I struggle to find anything more pure
Then an old leafless tree.
A true wonder of the Gods it is,
Standing tall, reaching for the sky.
Well worn by time and seasons,
Surely it’ll be standing long after I die.
It reaches so close I can almost touch it,
A monument of nature in ancient grace;
Yet I can’t help but feel guilty,
As if I should ask forgiveness for invading it’s space.
As I look out the window before me,
Beauty is all I see.
A sure wonder of nature it must be,
I thank the Gods for inspiring me with this leafless tree.
The Rape of the Natural World
I can’t help but stare
At the accomplishments of man.
Questioning, as I often dare,
The destruction involved in such a plan.
What you might see as progress,
Even in the most honest intent;
I see as inevitable distress,
Becoming slaves to these tombs of steel and cement.
My heart goes out to all those species
Of all creatures great and small;
Whose existence has been torn to