Cheers To Love
The world must become a much better place
Where more people dwell with a smile on their face
Living together in kinship and peace
A world full of hope where joys never cease.
The world must become a much better place
Where more people dwell with a smile on their face
Living together in kinship and peace
A world full of hope where joys never cease.
It's time to embrace every culture,
One flock, one shepherd, one fold
Whatever our race, hue or faith
We're all made from the same mould.
in Dying Poems
When dementia creeps in through the back door,
Loving is needed, like never before...
An expressionless face, an empty heart,
Teachers proudly stand in front of the class
With knowledge and influence en masse,
Igniting a flame in curious minds
Proficiently as the lessons unwind.
God will paint rainbows in the sky
Once again for the world and I.
Signs that will tell us all is well,
Freedom from this grim living hell.
Dear Dinah,
I can't thank you enough. Your kind words have touched my heart. It's so nice to know the poets are being heard and read all over the world, that people like you are inspired by...
Thank you, Azeezah. Your response is most appreciated... Beryl
Lovely poetry, Marisol. Love is a beautiful gift. When love is returned, the flame of love burns, and two hearts beat as one. My wish for you is that your dream comes true.
Memories are our movie collections kept safe in mind. When we're sad and missing someone we love, we can replay them anytime. A wonderful gift is our memory, without it there would be no point at all in sharing precious moments that we could never recall. A lovely poem!
If Paul Laurence Dunbar were still here on earth, I'd tell him how wonderful those words were in his poem called Sympathy. A bird needs to feel the wind beneath its wings, for the freedom that flying brings. Birds are born free and that's how they should be, not kept in caged captivity. The same goes for mankind as no one should ever be oppressed, everyone has the right to live their life without feeling under arrest.
Wonderful poetry, Mark. Well said. It's a fact that mothers always know what's for the best.