Life is The art of Drawing Without an Eraser – Famous Poems
Life is the sum of experiences that we encounter as go through life. Day to day to struggles and triumphs are experienced by all of the world’s creatures. As human beings, when we encounter a challenge, we have freedom to choose how to react.
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We were put on this planet
To live and to love.
To cherish the ones in our lives.
And never let them get hurt…….
Safety is a priority
But danger is an outcome.
Why is it, that we work so very hard?
For something that will still happen
in the end……..
Should we care about our lives,
Or sit and waste it away.
“It doesn’t matter, were all going to
These words fill our heads
With sad confusion. There’s no end
We get lost with the love
We want to have.
There is no conclusion to all
But an answer that comes
Just the same.
The negative side seems to win,
But the positive side seems to
We are who we choose to be,
So be careful who you choose.
Love everyday like there is no
And give to others the joy of life
So no one will hurt.
Love, And love will love you back.
Open your arms to life
And life will hug you back!
Don’t be scared!
Life is still a one time thing!
2. Real Life
These all part of real life.
All part of everyday life.
Part of the life we live.
Part of life that shall never change.
Real life is no game.
Real life is dangerous.
Real life brings pain.
Real life brings fear.
Real life isn’t easy.
Real life is the world and the world is real life.
Real life is full of sorrow and hate.
For real life brings joy and happiness.
Also brings betrayal and death.
Real life is precious and wont last for ever.
So Enjoy real life as long as you can .
Before its gone and never comes back.
3. Missing Piece
You do what you’re suppose to do,
with no frown or fuss.
Not because you want to ,
but because you must.
Day after day
It’s like a routine.
Don’t have too much to say,
You only do the right thing.
Soon you feel empty,
but you don’t know what it could be.
You want no sympathy.
But it’s something you can’t see
Everything used to make sense,
but now you’re lost in a maze.
You feel so tense,
and you pray for better days.
Something just doesn’t seem right
You look for an answer that’s not there.
You stay awake all night,
But you feel like no one cares.
It’s right in your face
and you think it’s safe,
or should you forget?
Things don’t seem the same,
But what should you do?
You think you should change,
But change for who?
Understanding means nothing to you now.
Your heart is pronounced deceased
This should you allow ,
or find your missing piece?
4. Feelings Of Abandonment
I keep looking for comfort from you
I sit and wonder if your love is true
You see me crying
Inside you have to know I’m dying
Don’t you see these tears
Don’t you see the hurt from so many years
The little girl that was hurt so bad
Is now 30 years old and utterly sad
No one to listen or even to talk to
Recalling memories that hurt me through and through
The things you ask of me
It triggers a memory
Memories I’d rather forget
Memories embedded in my mind, completely set
The hurt, the pain and anger won’t go away
I wonder who “loves me” and will turn their back today
I can’t explain how I feel inside
Feelings of abandonment rush in like the tide
Ghosts haunt me no matter where I go
I do love you still, that you should know
I wish you could understand
I would be there holding your hand
I would take away all your pain
So in the end, you’d have a life to gain
But for me, darkness is all I see
No happiness for this little girl is to be
The adult lives her life
Taking on happiness, sorrow and strife
I hope someday you’ll understand
Someday I hope you’ll be here to comfort me and hold my hand
Until that day all I feel is punishment
Along with those never-ending feelings of abandonment
5. The Six Feet Below
You can find her there in her vegetable garden every spring trying to pull the weeds out of her soul. Picking and Preening she carries on till the sun is setting low. Cooking and cleaning , cleaning and cooking the life out of her fragile bones.
She holds the answers to all of the questions, six feet under is where they will go. Like a shark not wanting to stop , for it would surely meet a dead end, she sweeps her guilt out the door , and the wind blows it back in again.
What weight does she carry if any at all ? Is there any room left in her to grow? If only gardens could speak for the voice of the weak, then the fog of the past could go. No more would I weep for the questions I seek would not travel the six feet below.