Sea War's Widow
The sea sleeps with silent battles,
Such force met with the waiting widow.
Her smile as slow as the tides, rising.
She tunes her patience with stormy petrel songs
And here she accompanies hope,
Warm, in her blanket of dreams,
Eyeing the sea, the husband,
And its raging possibilities.
And here the sea returns her smile
Chanting her husband’s name,
His path, his death, his victories.
Rising and rolling and breaking,
Polishing his name like a spear
Straight through her hopes.
And she cries.
poem by Masiela Lusha
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A Husband...
A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
poem by Sarah Holmes
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Elims
Smile is hidden deep in tears
so let the tears flow in path of dreams
it will flood the dry land of fears
and will heal the scars of wounded years
Smile not just to me but to all you can see
spread the wings of hope and fly freely
to the heaven above leave the land of worry
to the thirsty sand pour your tears gently
Your smile gives reasons for tomorrow
to bright the sun and whisper to wind to blow
just smile and wait to fear to frown
to shine the moon and light the stars in glow
Your smile is written in a cold moonlight
your smile is a pearl in a warm seashore sand
your smile is a star in a stormy night
your smile is every beat deep inside my heart
poem by Ocean MisT
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On a Stormy Night
Out in the sea on a stormy night
With the wind sweeping in fury all around
The racing clouds veiling the moon from sight
Leaving the land for Darkness to surround
The soft sibilance of waves
Growing into a tumultuous roar
The rising tides touching heaven's seams
And the foamy surf breaking in wild uproar
No beacon to brighten up the gloom
Nor a brave soul around to seek for aid
Face to face with imminent doom
He struggled to wrench through dreads' ugly hold
On a Benign force, his faith strongly lain
With hope newly springing in his manly chest
Braving the tides and routing the pain
He pushed the oars and paddled to the coast.
poem by Valsa George
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Smiling at you
So that you could see
Red lip edges
Rising to your smile
Smiling at you
So that you could see
White teeth shimmer
Rising to your smile
Smiling at you
So that you might smile
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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From Past to Future
Looking at the man who was to be her husband, she thought back on her old life. All the hopes and dreams she'd had, the tragedies that had been hers. Knowing she was ready for her her new life she said to the preacher, 'I do'. As she kissed him, the man who now held the title of her husband, she also kissed the past goodbye. There was a future planned for her, far better than those lost hopes and dreams she'd left behind.
-Jeremiah 29: 11 'For I know the plans I have for you', declares the Lord ' plans to prosper you and not to harm you plans, to give you a hope and a future.'
The Rising Tides
He who has lived in a bed of roses
can never know the plight
of all the things that can make life hell
or how it is to fight
to stay afloat in a sinking boat
when the tides are rising high.
These things that are commonplace scenes for some
don't touch the bed they're in.
They spend their whole lives in luxurious riches
and always seem to win.
Divorced from reality they cannot see
when the tides are rising high.
But the tides are rising for all of us,
the wealthy and the poor.
And there's no mountain that is high enough
to escape the rising shore.
So in the end all things will be evened
and both will sink or float.
For all will find that the bed of roses
makes not a sturdy boat.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Imploring To Be Resigned At Death
Let me die and not tremble at death,
But smile at the close of my day,
And then, at the flight of my breath,
Like a bird of the morning in May,
Go chanting away.
Let me die without fear of the dead,
No horrors my soul shall dismay,
And with faith's pillow under my head,
With defiance to mortal decay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die like a son of the brave,
And martial distinction display,
Nor shrink from a thought of the grave,
No, but with a smile from the clay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die glad, regardless of pain,
No pang to this world to betray;
And the spirit cut loose from its chain,
So loath in the flesh to delay,
Go chanting away.
Let me die, and my worst foe forgive,
When death veils the last vital ray;
Since I have but a moment to live,
Let me, when the last debt I pay,
Go chanting away.
poem by George Moses Horton
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My Husband
It is true:
My husband
has never
taken out
the garbage
from our little house
in the suburbs.
My husband
has never
taken our children
out for the night
to trick-or-treating
as I sit
on the porch in a witch hat.
My husband
has never
come home from
a long day
to a special meal
I have prepared
just for him.
My husband
has never
told me he loves me
beside a warm fire
on our honeymoon.
But he will.
poem by Erica Francis
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A Mother's Sacrifies
Curled up in warm blanket
sewn from the tears and
love of a mother
no worries in the world
face ached with a smile
he sleeps in serenity
Perched on a bench she sit
with the wonders of the world
on her mind
tears held back
and hidden by a smile
she clenches her baby to her
Birds chippings up a head
provides the softening hymn
as he rocks back and forth
exhausted by the day
a mother breaks down when her eyes
drops on the heir of her fortune
as tears slow grace her face
A decision of a king
left to be done
as the wind softly blows
perched under a box
wrapped in rags she cries
her self to sleep
But perched on a bench
he cries awoken from his sleep
neatly wrapped on a bench
without his mothers love
poem by Robert Roberts
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Inevitable
Inevitable is the rising and setting of the sun
The rising and falling of the tides
The opening and closing of your eyes
The agony of labour
The birth and death of life
poem by Mohammod Choudhury
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Dark night...
So dark is the night by choice
Silenced of humorous voice,
So lonely is the night of charms
Devoid of a lover's warm arms.
Dark shadows rising upward bound
Above me from the silent ground
Destroying my inner secret dreams
Waking to the sounds of inner screams
Dark shadows rising here to stay
Even after they're casted away
They come back with violence
At the depth of dead silence
Dark shadows rising unkind
causing chaos across my mind
I cant stand, my painful cries
As the dark night arrives
Dark shadows rising knocking me flat
Paralysing me purposefully so that
I can't move and nobody cares
The dark night blindly stares
Dark shadows dying away to fly
Over the dark coloured sky
No more shadows flying around
Remembering my dreams abound
As the heavenly glowing stars swoon
Circling around the glittering moon
Radiating above in the sky like mothers
Amongst the ashen white, I saw serenity's colours
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Unique
A rising star,
Wise men from the East;
A Virgin Lady to her husband with a unique flair,
But this was to be fulfilled.
Raised under unique environment for your love,
And to foretell it before hand;
But the rising star was traced by the Wise Men from the East.
Health, joy, love nad peace;
Of the golden oil to be pour on you,
But held in high esteem to crown the day on this news.
The secrets of the Bible,
Of the seventh malak to speak out loud;
But the army of the horsemen are now in the dark.
Darkness!
We are all in the dark waiting for the light;
Like the message from the seventh messenger.
Your innerself,
Over and over again to gain the wisdom of this news;
With the unique hour on the white throne.
An hour,
A day,
A moon;
Dressed in sackcloth with the two golden pipes around,
But with the smile of the shepherds to give us hope.
Smite the shepherd and the sheep will scatter,
With words so unique from the air;
But like the seed of Abraham with the unique mind of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mother Day (Good Son And Daughter Are True Treasure)
We had a father,
who died much earlier,
leaving young our mother,
as a widow,
with much sorrow.
He also left her a small box of jewels,
which she had to sell,
piece by piece,
for her children's need,
for our sickness to seek,
a doctor for relief,
for our hunger to feed,
with a willing heart indeed,
for our bodies physically to grow,
for our education, she had a seed of knowledge to sow,
finally the jewel box became a hollow.
so for money she had to borrow.
Some handsome men made her heart leap,
but ' never remarry ' a promise to her husband, she keeps,
Missing him made her....hurt so deep,
wiping her tears every night in silent weep..
One day, money was in urgent need,
she could not make both ends meet,
with her heart painfully bleed,
she went to a pawn shop,
because for loving us, nothing could stop,
to borrow money with her wedding ring,
so sorrowful like her heart pierced by a bee sting.
Then she worked in a factory for shitty night shift,
though back-breaking she endured the hardship with a true grit.
But she was happy to see us growing bodily, mentally, spiritually fit,
regarding us the God's gift.
One after another, we went into work force,
earning salaries as a steady source,
for her wedding ring, we saved money to redeem,
so that she could smile with a gleam,
because it was our turn to treat her like a queen,
Now the wedding ring returns and dwells on her finger,
not for a moment but forever,
making her happier and happier,
knowing that her sons and daughters are a true treasure.
For trading her wedding ring with a million, she would say ' no '
because it is her husband's token of soul.
(A tribute to single mothers)
I miss my twin sister
My twin sister...
Many people said like that to us
Even, we are not coming from the same dad and mom
But our figure are almost the same
I remember when the time she visit me and my husband
My tears came up from my eyes
I don't know why i did that
Maybe because i need her to share my feeling
I need her to hear my story
You lend me everything
You lend me your books
You lend me your Bible
You lend me your dress
You give many precious gifts to me
You lend me your husband to take me
You lend me your husband to hear my sharing
I am sorry my sister, I know i hurt you
But, i never want to replace your place
He is your King
and You are his Queen
No one can't doubt me for that
Please, smile for me
You look so pretty with that dress
He is so lucky to have you
Pray for me.... so i can live my life with smile
Home to Home
Embrace the golden rose of hope
Sea gulls glide by shores of beauty
Tides role with joy and laughter
Children play in the bright new day
I write your name in the sacred sand
When we are long gone it will remain
True hearts never really part do they?
All that is gone will soon shine on
I feel you more inside then ever before
You are the eternal day always rising
Let the yellow and blue wild flowers grow
Let everything live and run long and free
Hear the songs of the robins in the morning
Once you see love it never goes away
Deep in the sea hope is a gift of promise
Warm yourself by the fire of mystical love
Touch the cedar trees and feel the wind
Follow the river like a fine new friend
The earth shall be replenished and restored
Fill your eyes with the brightest of stars
The moon is rising like a humble queen
Ivory clouds glisten in her majestic wake
Sleep deep, rest with white light dreams
Everything is going to turn out right
Hope leads the heart from home to home
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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My Husband.
Husband is someone;
You spend most of your life with.
And with him;
You are for years.
My life has become strong;
For my husband is not wrong.
My life has become independent;
For my husband never let me dependent.
My life has become pure;
For my husband had every cure.
My life has become romantic;
For my husband is very aromatic.
My life had a new beginning;
For my husband was nearing.
And the most valuable gift-
My husband has given me;
Are my 2 wonderful and the best kids-
And I thank God,
For the wonderful family he has given me.
poem by Anju Addanki
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For My Gran (Vovo Lucia)
Once upon a time
A beautiful woman
travelling over many seas
exotic and mysterious
strong and willful
came to stay in a land far away
She lived a full life
Passionate and determined
she made her way
became a mother
a grandmother
a matriarch
but still the sea beckoned
and back she went
to Portugal
the land of her birth
her roots
She had lost plenty
her husband, her son
and everyone said
her new life's begun
and in the Winter of her fears
a lifetime of over ninety years
she could not stop the tears
She fell silent on a Summer's day
Over the seas and far away
to another world
a heavenly place
where once again she would smile
the smile of a young woman
in the arms of the angels
who would greet her
at the pearly gates
her husband, her son
everyone
Her last breath a gentle sigh
and on her mouth she wore a smile
poem by Chantelle Ribeiro
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Where It Was At Back Then
Husband,
last night I dreamt
they cut off your hands and feet.
Husband,
you whispered to me,
Now we are both incomplete.
Husband,
I held all four
in my arms like sons and daughters.
Husband,
I bent slowly down
and washed them in magical waters.
Husband,
I placed each one
where it belonged on you.
'A miracle,'
you said and we laughed
the laugh of the well-to-do.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Learning from Her Painful
There is a widow
She is very old
She lives in a hut
with her third - sick son
Her skin and her old eyes
can not hide her painful heart
But she try to smile and
she try to make her face
look very fresh
She has a dream
A commonly dream
After Her husband passed away
for many years ago
She wants to make her children
Three gentleman and one girl
get a good education and
get a good job
But the happy moment
seems so far away go from her
She find her children with unhappy situation
Her eyes look sad
She is my mom
I feel guilty to find her become like this
But, i also a helpless woman
who needs to help a sick husband
Mom, i am sorry to make you feel this
Just pray for us, your children
So in your old days
we can make you smile again
Lord, please hear her pray
At Least I Accompany Me
You ask me to say ok
When I'm screaming no!
You want me to smile
When I feel like crying
Hey, at least sadness accompanies me
Because this world is never going
As smooth as we hope
The lucky day for you
Maybe the lost for someone
You told me to be strong
But do we really have a choice?
You give me the warmth
But I'm still cold inside
Hey, at least hunger accompanies me
When it is always more for you
Than good to me
Will you remove it
Only because it is not beautiful?
You bind me with mercy
When I seek for freedom
You try to be closer to me
But I'm forever stranger
Hey, at least loneliness accompanies me
Time keeps stretching
Your tired body forward
Even though your soul and mind
Are left behind
You push me so far
When all I need is sleeping
You demand a hope
When my dream's tingling to break
Hey, at least darkness is accompanies me
For life will not stop
Only because some whining
For heart will keep searching
Something that could fulfill
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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