We need shelter for the homeless. We need people to care for those who need protection. We need food to feed those without enough to eat. We need transportation for those without cars. We need health care for those who cannot pay. We need. We…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
8. What do we need?
We need a space, To subsist in harmony, Is this a real place? We need a place, With hope and faith, Do you know this space? We need a space, To rest and enjoy, Is this a fantasy? We need a fantasy…
Kisses at Ponte dei Sospiri
Poem 8 For The Hour Eight sail me through the Venice we need to kiss like prince and princess eternal love that is bridge of sighs hear us please we need to give our hearts forever bliss we need to ride the gondolas keep our…
Inventory on an Empty Page, Written in Indigo Ink
We need a sign, a sage, some semblance of stage to soliloquy our last songs. We need a crowd, a cloud of witnesses to call us lost and find us home. We need a word to etch, to stretch us into more; a less -on…
4 pm Poem
Need vs Want We want more money We need more compassion We want the latest gadgets We need more love We want only what is best for us We need more empathy We want the coolest car We need more inclusion We want luxury We need…
The Gradual Decline of “We Need.”
“We need…” The scariest opening of any conversation Right up there with, “You know I love you, right?” “We need…”, though? It’s the gradual ascension on the rails To that roller coaster, you swore to yourself you’d never go on We need to talk. We…
Hour 7
We need… The freedom to express our truth We need… The courage to face our darkness We need… An unconditional love of self We need… The vision to see the bigger picture We need… Acceptance of what is beyond our control
Whitestone Lake- Poem #7 Using Prompt #7- Poetry Half Marathon
Stars twinkle shut. Red and pinks shoot across the darkened sky. Morning awakes. The baritone bellow of the bull frog breaks the morning silence. Gently waves roll onto shore. Morning awakes. A warm wind passes through the bull rushes and they shake a…
Story
I walk around with your words echoing in my mind, I walk around with our unfinished story reverberating in my head. You are more broken than I could have thought – your scars fill pages of my diary, words upon words I poured…
Poem#8 Be Thankful
We plan, yet we fail … We toil, yet we are lacking … We love, yet we are hurt … We care, yet we are taken for granted … Life is unfair, yet beautiful. Good and bad they said both comes in threes … The…