Poems About Love
The Anatomy Of Life
What are the parts of the fabric of life;
the hands and feet of reality;
those which react to conflicts and strife;
is all of creation a duality?
Some are given intellect; are very smart;
others; given strength, and power;
a few are blessed with a
Sensitivity
Each person living has a unique proclivity;
taking them wherever they need go;
each, been given a measure of sensitivity;
depending upon what’s needed to grow.
Some become sensitive to what others need;
love neath the surface, becomes their guide;
others become subtlely motivated by greed;
placing all
My Prayer Is For Others
Today, my prayer’s for all others;
for, limitless is their need;
so many of my sisters and brothers;
need love, in order to believe.
I’ve already fallen from the mountain;
my body, dashed on rocks below;
washed by tears from God’s fountain;
Never Never Land
We all long for that special place;
a place of ultimate perfection;
where all can live in love’s embrace;
and avoid all evil’s detection.
A place described in fairy tales;
often considered “make believe.”
Wondrous stories often regaled;
more than mind can conceive.
There’s
…My Counterfeit Reality
I approached a familiar corner;
demanding a sharp right turn;
seemed an odd place to mourn her;
and, for the past, to yearn.
Twas a sharp turn to negotiate;
and my past came peering through.
My present seemed to mutate;
and my past became my view.
A
…Fragile
I feel so weak, in great pain and helpless,
my body looks so old and broken down;
and, at the same time, I almost feel ageless;
my memories my mind wants to drown.
I scarcely believe that’s my face in the mirror;
is it true that its actually
Retribution
Some people we meet, are easy to love;
while others, are easier to hate;
nevertheless; we have orders, from above;
we’re expected to learn to relate.
We’re only human; mistakes are expected;
in this kingdom, for as long as we live;
from the wages of sin; we
A Place Called Hell
Many people think there’s a place called hell;
a separate realm of eternal punishment;
where evil people will permanently dwell;
in a form of eternal banishment.
But hell, itself, really occupies no space;
it’s an illusion conceived in the mind;
the redeemed shall rise
