+9I wonder why a bird can fly…..
and yet, not I
A fish can swim beneath the sea …
but yet, not me.
The hoot owl sees in the dark of night…
yet, I must use a light.
It soes not seem quite right…
yet……”I can wonder!”
This poem was written/submitted by Sandra Baker.
+12If I could stop time,
I will be in the toppest of the world
Experiencing all the joys and happy moments
If I could stop time
I would pray the Time to stand still,
Because there are still few words left unspoken:
And moments to spare with the loved ones
If I could stop time
I request the Lord to have mercy on me
So that I shall grab out all the rapturous fantasies
Oh! Time be slow for you are the greatest healer of life,
I wish and love to do all these things
If and only if I could stop………TIME!
This poem was written/submitted by Vinutha. H.M..
+6Why do we complain
when we have everything.
We have all we need to live
a comfortable life.
But we walk around
with ingratitude and strife.
We should stop and think
about others,
not just of ourselves.
For it is in humility
that one discovers-
true dignity…
When tragedy hits
we all throw fits
for a minute or two.
But when it’s over
we brush it aside
and continue on this
fascinating ride of
life….
This poem was written/submitted by Anabela Loureiro.
+6I keep searching for an answer,
But I never seem to find one.
I’m here, you’re here,
But for what?
I keep looking around me,
And all I see is tragedy.
People dying over here,
People dying over there.
But I’m here, you’re here,
Why?
I keep hearing sounds,
Sounds of bombs,
Sounds of people screaming,
And sounds of laughter.
But I’m here, you’re here,
How?
I take a closer look at you,
I see what you’re holding in your hand.
I look at the knife,
I start to scream, you do the same.
I stop and so do you.
I’m here, you’re here,
What’s going on?
I take a step back,
You take a step forward.
I reach out my hand,
You do the same.
Once we touch,
I understand.
I’m you and you’re me.
And that’s when I found my answer.
This poem was written/submitted by Stephanie Moody..
0Stamina fades so fast
to work-out physically;
Head’s aiming for great stuffs.
The essence throw up
the routinely ways.
Sometimes things just happen,
feelings promptly ended.
Mind’s stopping to anticipate,
Eyes are just closing to see,
What the ears hear.
Loneliness occurs time to time,
Emptiness filled the motions.
Unsatisfactory scenes entangles.
Contentment struggles while
Hope is willing to pause for a little while.
Moment to moment…
Seconds to minutes…
Minutes to hours…
Bits and pieces are motionless.
Temporary fades, Temporarily occurs.
This poem was written/submitted by markdolorosa.
+11HereI am alone in my bedroom,
With just my thoughts for company,
Sitting here thinking, finally believing,
That I was just too blind to see,
That however hard I tried, however hard I strived,
Working to make you happy,
I just couldn’t comprehend that message you sent that all you needed was me.
So all of you listening try to learn from my mistakes,
That life’s not all about trying to make your own breaks.
Sometimes all you need to survive,
Is right there in front of your eyes.
So you professor don’t show off your fancy degree,
And you superstar don’t brag about your tons of money.
Coz all of you are too blinded just to see,
That none of you are as happy as me.
Here I am alone in my bedroom,
With just my thought for company,
But then you walk in with a smile on your lips and a sparkle in each of your eyes,
and finally, sitting here, with you, beside you, I’m just about able to realize.
That life’s not all about that history behind you,
Or the things that you do that you don’t really want to,
All you need is that someone right there, with you, to love you, right in front of your eyes.
So all of you listening try to learn from my mistakes,
That life’s not all about trying to make your own breaks.
Sometimes all you need to survive,
Is right there in front of your eyes.
I said it’s right there in front of your eyes, Oh yes its right there in front of your eyes.
All you need to do is realize…..
This poem was written/submitted by Robert WIlliams.
+15I know nobody is perfect
and this I wont deny
and nobody includes me and you
at the least we all can try
Perfections like a paradox
a puzzle that cant be solved
a riddle that’s impossible
a ghost that roams around
so why do we try to be
this word we call perfection
when we’re not happy with how we act, think and feel
and when we look at our reflection
This poem was written/submitted by rozi.
