A LONELY HEART WAITS
With every thought from smiles embraced,
A heart wakes up a special place.
So full of joy and lasting cheer,
A hug or two would be so dear;
But lonely is the one, who waits,
On borrowed promises of fate;
To touch the hand of nearly wishes,
Waiting for the sweetest kisses,
As the fables in a story book,
Reality’s not how it looks.
My Thoughts as a Poet
Poetry is a great way to relieve the everyday stress of reality. Life sure can be harsh at times. Maybe the people we care for hurt our feelings or we ignore theirs. Maybe thoughts written down somewhere can help express things we didn't even know was an issue.
Poetry can help the poet deal with grief, somehow making sense of why we lost a special friend or loved one. Life or death seldom has reasons we the human can understand. Perhaps if we look at it from an inspirational point of view, we can ease our own pain as well as others. I have written many memorial poems for the people I held dear who left to soon. Sometimes just writing about memories can help with missing those passed on.
Greeting card company's have used poetry to express feelings the buyer wants to say to the people they care enough about to send one to. Sometimes it's hard to find a card which expresses things we really want our special person to know. Many years ago while searching for a card without finding anything near what I wanted to say to my grandmother, I enclosed a poem (She's the Apple of my Eye) I had written to her personally. She was so touched by it she cried. That wasn't what I had in mind. But she cherished the thoughts I had written about her.
The links below are poems I've written over the years that I made hubs from.
WHO ARE YOU I DREAM OF?
- WHO ARE YOU I DREAM OF?
Inspiration from people I admire is present in this poem. A rant of thoughts about people I meet or want to meet.
- SWEET TOMORROWS
A poem about being happy and prayer.
FARMS IN HEAVEN
- Farms in Heaven
Memorial poem for my brother who was a farmer struck down with cancer at an early age of forty five.
WHEN THE ANGELS CAME FOR HIM
- When The Angels Came For Him
This is a memorial poem I wrote when I lost my dad back in 2003 just three weeks after my brother passed away.
SHE'S THE APPLE OF MY EYE
- She's The Apple Of My Eye
Grandma was always dear to me. To show her how much I thought of her I wrote her this poem. She was deeply touched.
GRANDMA'S MISSING THEM
- Grandma's Missing Them
Memorial poems flew freely from my mind back in 2003 as one loved one after another passed away. It was a way to deal with the sadness.
MAYBE IT'S THE COWBOYS
- MAYBE IT'S THE COWBOYS
Westerns were my dad's favorite shows when it came to entertainment. This is a memorial poem for my dad. His interest is still very much alive in me as I love to watch the old classic westerns, too. I've also added links to reviews I've written about