The path

When one can seem to be so strong yet fail in wordly ways
it makes no sense it has no reason why these things bear such a load
the rights or wrongs will not matter as thy strength will see you through
no path will be impassable nor will no stone will remain unturned.

If you can see the passage ahead and defeat the foe in sight
a strength like one hundred Tigers will be beating in your heart
no foe will remain undefeated less troubles will you have
for your path will become a haven and lifes burdens will be less.

Find your inner strength feel it and feed on it everyday
feel the hope then feel the need in part of daily life
be strong be bold and never fall short of your goals
but most of all remember to never fear your path.

That was a tad sceptical and maybe even blase
is that what you simply just came here to say
the use of free verse had not gone away
it simply waits patiently to be written another day.

As there are many forms in which poetry can be used
who is anyone to say which is more likely to amuse
enjoyment from reading or writing is simply what it is
i really hope that you can try to understand this.

So i shall not look upon your comments except with open arms
and hopefully the poems people post will wow you with their charms
alas if this is not meant to be and you choose to comment with disdain
that is your choice i have to say but the poetry will remain.

If there could be a poem that was suited to all tastes
then maybe not so many words would simply go to waste
the simplicity and delight is there if one can see
and brings pleasures to many others and hopefully not just me.

There are it is reckoned over fifty types of poetry in all its wonderous forms
and they make us happy they makes us sad and sometimes quite forlorn
but that is maybe the attraction of why people write some verse
to gain such enjoyment by simply being terse.

Sands of time

Looking back to those distant childhood years
the times were happy we never knew many fears
and so through time through hope and through growing up
we took for granted happiness playing friendships all the childrens stuff.

As time goes by it is measured so little
so your memories you must never whittle
the sands of time are there to use
to look back on memories you must never lose.

The times you saw and looked on in awe
those kinds of memories will never go
so keep them close and hold them dear
to call upon in times of sadness or fear.

Then be strong and look and smile
let your memory linger a while
look back in fondness and give a contented sigh
your mind your heart and your memories do not lie.

Wonderful poem tinks , that was emotive and drawn from
personal and happy memories no doubt.

The journey

A leaf falls from its sanctuary in the tree
drifting aimlessly on the mercy of the breeze
not knowing where its going or where its meant to be
ending its journey but at last finally it is set free.

A journeys end now awaits the solitary leaf
a garden on a park or just settling on the heath
the ending may be short lived or may go on through Autumn
just nestling on the ground craving some final summer Sun.

A journeys end for one so proud so what is its fate
as Summer folds and Autumn calls for the leaf its now to late
crinkling drying shrinking dying losing its life force
its natures way of making things take their natural course.

The leaf may now be no more simply crisp and gold or brown
covering the landscape with a beautiful colourful gown
so though the life has seemingly drained away
the leaf for now is here to stay.

Once green once bright once full of zest
now no more the leaf finally comes to rest
but still gives pleasure in its final passing
such beauty in evidence so much delight it still can bring.

So though things fall and come to rest
they only serve to pass the test
to return again with Summers bloom
to bring the tree to life once more soon.

Thank you netty , it is good when a poem or words evoke memories
and can be attributed to places , people or events from someones past
or present.

Thank you penny , when someone appreciates poetry it is nice of them to
say so :D

Time is endless love is sparse
looking for love find the source
it begins with you it’s inside us all
but always be ready for the fall.

Feelings come and feelings go
they pick you up or make you low
good or bad they find you out
make you laugh and make you shout.

Happy joyful smiling laughing
all the good things love can bring
sadness despair pain and fear
when someone cannot be near.

Live enjoy rejoice in happiness
beware though of eternal sadness
take and embrace hold onto your heart
you never know when you will be apart.

The distance the void the passing time
knowing they will not be thine
so smile so laugh so try to be more
than what you ever were before.

Titled , Be more than before.

From light to dark to light.

White cloud
feeling proud
bright sun
for someone.

Night star
from afar
shines bright
giving light.

Dark skies
endless sighs
black cloud
dark shroud.

Suns rays
happy days
warm place
smiling face.

The Quest/

Love lorn
heart torn
empty space
endless chase.

Night-time fears
silent tears
sobbing heart
falling apart.

Running scared
so afraid
alone again
endless pain.

Broken dreams
it seems
so stark
broken heart.

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Thank you for the comments , feel free to post a poem of your own anybody.
Here is one called Tranquil.

Babbling brook running deep
gentle flow soothing feet
walking slowly taking care
country breeze in your hair.

In the distance rolling hills
breathe the air enjoy how it feels
shimmering sun-rays through the mist
a beautiful summer sunrise not to be missed.

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