Tag: poem

  • Laugh through the fights

    The sound of the door banged so hard
    Left him with more guilt than ever
    Leaving behind the sad tears he heard
    That questioned the promises of forever.

    Those steps brought him back to reality
    Her enchanting face still hardened
    Only to prove it was just a fantasy
    Her never returned smile got him frightened
    Something was missing, her laughter.

    Sharing the same meal didn’t measure up
    Her perfect body beside him made it worse
    Sounds of her working fingers ate him up
    Her scent in his nostrils made it coarse.

    A hundred roses left the door still closed
    A thousand words was left her unshaken
    A million calls to say sorry got locked
    A trillion text of apologies left it broken.

    Memories of the past brought emotions
    A reminder of what they’ve been through
    Pictures of the events and traditions
    The trick was a lifetime of shared moments.

    The sound of her laughter filled the room
    Like a breath of fresh air bringing relief
    Anger disappears, swept by the broom
    With hands held together at a new belief.

    To laugh through it all
    Her laughter was all he needed

  • Foresight of the lone man in a crowded world

    I stood still and watched
    Awake from my slumber
    While everyone rushed
    The old chasing their joy
    The young pursuing their pleasures
    The others running after desires

    My eyes widened at the expressions
    A shock that knew no bounds
    That they were walking in circles round
    Like a bolt of lightening
    That they were all chasing nothing.

    A lone tear fell at the emptiness
    A gap that proved something was missing
    A void yet to be filled by their goodness
    Something much more than their working

    Something else called purpose
    Yet to be grasped my the mind
    Yet to be embraced by the heart
    Yet to be warmed by the soul
    Something greater than dreams

    To be seen and felt by the palm
    To be touched as the blue sky
    To be achieved as supposed
    To be drawn by its power
    To listen to its voice when called.

    The cool breeze gave me calm
    Foreseeing that which is to come
    In time purpose would rise
    When the ear isn’t satisfied of seeing
    When the ear is filled with hearing
    When the hand is consumed with labor
    That which is next to life will takeover

    That something called purpose.

    Ecclesiastes 8:6 Because to every purpose there is time and judgment, therefore the misery of man is great upon him.