Faith Good, bad You decide Just remember It always a leap So you may Stumble or fall From the leap But Get back up And leap again
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Nothing to do
Time goes by with nothing to do, Time flies when you have lots to do Time waits on no one Time wasted can not be fined A time to sleep Atime to weep A time to stop and think What next, am I doing my…
Poem two
I am alone I am afraid I need help But I can ask I will be tortured And humiliated Even after I am helped
5. tanka 2
tomatoes redgold the bite of licorice basil garlic warmed in oil this the food of summer evanescent as cool air
How To Laugh- Poem #4 by Ingrid for Half Marathon
How To Laugh- Poem #4- Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid Exner It starts with a little grin And slight movement of one’s chin. Lips curl up and mouth goes down, It’s the opposite, of a frown. Now you have the basics here… Oops…more…
Poem one
His eyes are ice His souls is dark He never sees me Yet I still try I look in to his eyes Try finding his soul Hoping that I will change him But he never will
Defrosting…
Ice to water Agony to liberation Illusions thaw Seema Sahoo – ©
Boots
I play under beech trees as if boots kicking me are not real. Your laughter jars me more than boots. Leprechauns peek out from the ferns. I can’t decipher their words, which drop to the ground like bark from the beech.
hate
HATE A vicious cancer That eats your joy Saps your strength Blinds your sight Takes your mind To Sheol
Beech Mountain Wasn’t Meant for Me: Here’s Why
My dream was to move to North Carolina some day; Lucky for me, in Texas I did stay. It finally became clear our paths would intervene; Mine and the boy who had lived down the street. His boots he wears with pride, this Texan love…