PoB's Quotes, Poems, Rhyms, and Limmericks

I would be willing to bet that there are many people who read your poems but never post...

that's sad 😬

The reason why I write these poems is so that people can enjoy them...

Mankind

The worst feelings we get
are loneliness.
The feelings of pain
are betrayal.
Life in her misery
is darkness
In her agony
we all wail.

Our neighbors sufferings
are our triumphs.
Our brothers deaths
are our rebirths.
Natures corruption
is our own doing.
The end of all life
is our fault.

Death entered
because of our selfishness.
Sin came
because of our pride.
Life at times
doesn't seem worth living.
Our souls
are dead inside.

But as though
machines by creation,
and arrogant
by design.
We continue
to walk down this road
of self-destruction.
Hoping by some miracle
we die...

Originally posted by AOR
You even remembered the accent mark touched weep

Originally posted by AOR
Much thanks, the comment is appreciated. So few people come to this thread, that I get carried away. Feel free to stay and comment/criticize/enjoy more are on the way...

That would be cool, except my poetry (in my humble opinion) isn't all that great....

Be humble all you wish, but it will not change the fact that you have, in fact, written some excellent poetry.

Maybe if more people came, I would be inclined to think differently...

Red Wine

Fruit of the loom,
Milk of the soil.
Red wine.

Drink of Kings,
friend of drunkards
Red Wine.

Life of the Vineyard,
soul of the vine,
Red Wine.

Drink of Salvation,
Blood of the Christ,
Red Wine.

Perchance people come but do not post. Does the fact that I seldom post here lead you to believe that I do not come and read your poetry?

Seldom posting is better than not...

True, true. But if I did not know you, I doubt that I would post here at all.

Now that is ironic....

How so?

People only stay strangers because they don't post. To get to me requires writing. Wrinting people don't do because they are strangers hence the paradox/irony

Ahh. Yes, well. I have trouble speaking to people I don't know. It's just one of those things I'm not good at.

Mankind is rather good, by the way.

Influenced by DW

What you call mine, What I call yours, be nothing more, but ours whole.

Some will claim salvation be,
no where else than where we see.
Or touch and hear, and claim to find,
Salvation lies within one's mind.

Other denounce and call them fools.
To trust in what they call their "rules".
"No" they say, "trust in the blind!
Not in what you see, much less your eyes!”

Then others look for the middle path.
To be the bridge that fills the gap.
But in the end, they choose a side.
Swept right up by the powerful tide.

So I hope you may understand my position.
In its precarious state and supposition.
In ignorance I fear to choose,
The side which is most likely to lose.

But my issue be not this,
That life in general is hit or miss.
For certainly there is victory and defeat.
To accomplish the impossible in glorious feats.

My only sadness is in this truth:
That life must come in forms of two.
And in this even frame of life,
We must eat and sleep, live and die.

But hopefully one will come,
To show us a path that we can choose.
The takes of neither the one or two.
But he gives us a chance to look for our own.
To give us our own, that takes us home.
Let paths of others be taken by them.
Make what’s yours, and be happy then.

Toole

I heard the good Lord claimed,
Today would be the day,
He'd send his angel of death,
And take our Toole away.

We protested and cried,
in a riotous manner.
And called the "good Lord"
an assortment of slanders.

But in the end, with protest or not,
He took him away before we yelled stop.
But hey what can you do,
when the good Lord says, "times up"?

For all that was, is and forever shall be,
Lets make this a tribute for everyone to see.
So come what may, the people can look,
smiling and say, "this was a guy who made a difference."

Indeed, Jose. Indeed.

Moon

The moon was clouded tonight
Enveloped in darkness,
Enshrouding the light.
The moon did not show its color
The moon was obscured tonight.

I wondered why
The moon this night,
It’s color dim,
form grim,
Would bother coming out at all
To know it’d darken the world so small.

And under the hum,
Of the moving car
Blinded by these moving lights
I understand that the moon is sad
That we so cruelly replaced it.
That the moon is only clouded
Because of us.