Poems About Love
Nightmare
I learned a deeper lesson of reality;
last night, in the midst of sleep;
thought took me, where I needed to be;
reality took a quantum leap.
I leaped off the pages of my book of life;
and onto the pages of another;
the stench of reality cut like
What Color Is The Sky?
A young man asked, “What color is the sky?”
It seemed as tho he was giving me a test.
I surveyed my thoughts, before giving reply;
lest his question be merely a jest.
I answered him: “The sky is completely colorless!”
But my answer refused
The Roots Of Sympathy
What causes feelings of compassion and empathy;
where, from within, do they seem to arise;
especially when, for enemies, you have sympathy;
much to your heartfelt surprise?
Sympathy is feeling sadness over one’s situation;
true compassion, from higher natures, come;
empathy is deeper thoughts, connected
Metaphors Of Life
Metaphors are reality; pictures of thought;
one thought corresponding to another;
from an upper world to a lower one brought;
the illusion becomes thought’s brother.
A living example of each life is the rose;
it’s planted; blossoms; then dies;
basking in the sunshine; it steadily
Born To Be Love
When we’re young; we keep looking ahead;
we foresee our youth as a barrier;
few even conceive that all become dead;
even our family’s pet terrier.
The thoughts of such; our mind cannot take;
it’s a future beyond what eyes can see;
it’
War Of The Minds
Conflict never begins with words;
it starts from thoughts, within;
two minds conflict; without swords;
that’s how all battles begin.
No two people are exactly the same;
their fingerprints don’t even match;
one may think another is to blame;
but, all are a part
The Power Of A Kiss
There’s power radiated by the smile on a face;
it’s far greater than the eyes can see;
an energy of love, hugs the other one’s space;
an embrace, from which neither, can flee.
What creates power when two people touch;
causing each
It Will Never Be The Same
I strolled down the aisle of a grocery store;
simply searching for anything to buy;
it seemed, that I needed so little, anymore;
thoughts of past; brought tears to my eye.
I’m slowly getting used to shopping alone;
all stores now seem shrouded
