Poems about Reality
A sailing vessel, the vestige of past;
is traversing uncharted seas;
it’s wooden hull has managed to last;
it carries cargo, intended to please.
That vessel exists for a limited time;
designed to rot and decay;
from the beginning, by his design;
destined to pave the way.
We are
…Life is a most arduous journey;
with barriers along the way;
you almost need an attorney;
in order to negotiate each day.
Why does it all seem so trying;
does life’s stress have appeal?
Must we spend much time crying;
for this life to appear to be real.
Why
…Life is challenged with mountains to climb;
great oceans, with waters to swim;
but until I am able; my limits, define;
I won’t know where to begin.
Those great craggy rocks bring on my fears;
for its a long long way down;
and my dread of the water brings
There is a place called tomorrow;
and we will all reach it someday;
on its wisdom we all can borrow;
for tomorrow was yesterday.
There is a future called yesterday;
and also; a today called tomorrow;
in heaven, yesterday will stay that way;
and today is the burial plot of
What is it that prompts me to dream;
what triggers make it seem devout?
What is it that causes something to seem,
to be something worth dreaming about?
We usually think dreams begin from within;
deep thoughts lingering on the mind;
but I doubt that’s where most dreams begin;
In the midst of the weeds at the end of my yard;
was a large yellow clump of flowers;
their brilliant color just seemed to bombard,
all the weeds with bright yellow showers.
I didn’t quite know just what they were;
but beautiful was certainly their name;
and all
I gazed at a stream that gently flowed by;
a wildflower, floating atop it’s surface;
prompting me to consider reasons why;
the reasons for life; it’s deeper purpose.
From where did that wildflower come;
and how did it catch my eye?
It’s existance in this life, nearly
I feel like a man in a raincoat;
only my naked soul, inside;
guarded by a drawbridge and moat;
feeling I’ve something to hide.
Unapproachable; guarded from others;
feelings not wanting to share;
guarding myself from all lovers;
not believing there’s someone to care.
My raincoat has served
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