i love poems....anybody want to take the time to share a cool poem with me??

Answer 1

Maybe not a poem, but a story with meaning. I just put my dog to sleep, he was 16 a black lab named Charlie. I got this from the vet, quite beautiful I hope you enjoy it:

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

Answer 2

It was taken some time ago.
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;

then, as you scan
it, you see in the left-hand corner
a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
(balsam or spruce) emerging
and, to the right, halfway up
what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.

In the background there is a lake,
and beyond that, some low hills.

(The photograph was taken
the day after I drowned.

I am in the lake, in the center
of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion

but if you look long enough,
eventually
you will be able to see me.
-margaret atwood

Answer 3

Faith

A star falls and a wish is whispered
Faith is a wish that always come to pass
The sun rises and breaks the night
Faith is a light that shines throught every darkness

The music plays and each voice is in tune
Faith is a song that anyone can sing
The path is chosen and the way is clear
Faith is a road that leads to home

A seed is planted and love blooms
Faith is a love that never dies
Truth is sought and it is found
Faith is a truth that cannot be denied

Faith is the substance of things -
Yet to arrive
The evidence of
God who is alive!

Tina Cole

Answer 4

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –

The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portions of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –

With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –


by emlily dickinson

Answer 5

Not In Her Storm
by Sauni
I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain
And it is always I fight for the welcome change
When it rains it pours on this heart of mine
So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.

But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain
Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change
She can walk away from what hangs overhead
And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.

Not in her storm have I ever felt alone
Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home
It's for me that she pushes away her own rain
So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.

She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart
God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart
And she never wanders when your world falls through
Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.

She has wings that I know not only I can see
Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me
It's the way that the eyes can surely view
How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.

Not in her storm is her work ever done
And even in her storm she hands me the sun
When her world is dark - I always have light
And now how I hold the new color of night.

She takes then she gives to an unhappy face
So that many can find an awesome place
I have been able to love her more every day
And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.

Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath
Could ever change what I hold here inside of me
Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch
To that angel out there, I love her so much.

Answer 6

I wrote this one awhile ago... Its about the branding of the "American Dream"

“Welcome Home,” the tin sign said as it blew in the wind

I read about this man at the Kingsford Library
He remembered New York City only having three houses
“Manhatta,” the mad-hatter and Tonto.
Black and curly was his hair
a dark bronze face
lines strong and deep
a curious kind of sympathy
eyes that could see what’s happening next
eyes that glowed from the past.
They called him Isaac, even though his name was Okowono
he lived until 120
he loved this democratic machine
he sailed the ocean in the gallows
he was called savage in his homeland
but here, he was the hero of cheap labor.
His religion was voodoo and heartache
his eyes centered on hers in the harbor
even though she never looked his way
yet his heart still did tremble
he wanted to kiss her feet
and not let go
he wore a crown of lust and nothing else
he shared his wealth with no one in particular
he died when New York City doubled over
from the explosion-like the locust’s in mating
millions on top of millions
swarming to the coasts
too many dreams
for her to hear
for her to revel
in a space too small
in a time too short.
Old Isaac looks up at us
grinning, that old fool
he never knew more than three houses
and his happiness grew.

Answer 7

Hey Little Angel, Hell Isn’t So Bad Now Is It?

Silence is what I’ve become
im nothing more than a speechless mess
but I can deal with that.
Tear me into pieces
rape me, rape me
I wont tell a soul.
Kill me inside
until its so familiar
im not afraid of you.
Maybe it will hurt
maybe it will torment
but it cant be much worse
than any pain I’ve ever felt before.
Well maybe the torture is more advanced
but I can deal with that.

Answer 8

There once was a lady from Niger
Who went for a ride on a tiger.
They returned from the ride with lady inside
And a smile on the face of the tiger.

-Sorry, don't know the author.

Once I had this little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called go insane

Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple

-Jim Morrison

Answer 9

Pain is unforgiving, the molding of the clay. Bending, twisting, shaping, for each new day. Prepare to face a challenge, a different point of view. A task yet not quite finished, a hope cut short for you. A heartache, a disappointment, sometimes a smile or two. Pain is unforgiving, behold, a strengthend you.

Answer 10

RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air--
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath--
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

Alan Seeger (1888-1916)

Xanadu by Samuel T, Cooldridge is totally cool too!!