Poems (Page 15)

Sun rays silhouette a man as he walks up a grassy hillside stairway toward a blue sky.

If I open up and share
all my struggles, all my shame
Will it reach the others
giving hope, replacing pain?

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Wild flowers on a hillside, beside a group of grass and tree covered hills. A gray-green mountain range, with a full rainbow rises into the distance at sunrise. Yeah, I know, it's a bit much.

For you
I would hang the stars in the sky
and make the moon to shine at night
On a warm Summer’s day
I’d give you a breeze soft and sweet

For you
I’d make blue skies above
and soft cool grass below
I’d make light Spring showers
that set the fields aglow

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Large wooden movable-type letters that, together, spell out "Lost & Found" sit amongst a variety of metal movable-type letters.

If I am going to do this
I will have to give it my all
No holding back
No holding back

It is time to bear my soul
Time to open up and take a chance
‘cause without truth there can be no love
No real love

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A tree-lined fork in a forest road, a well-worn two-track path curves off to the left, and another grassy, semi-overgrown two-track path is visible straight ahead.

When I can’t decide,
which path to take.
All hope seems gone,
I’ve lost my way.

Like the morning sun,
shining through the trees,
I still can see,
your love for me.

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The hidden underside of a large glacier is visible through the turquoise waters of Antarctica.

Wearing my mask,
you see what I let you.
Only showing,
what is acceptable.
I hold back the pain,
pretend it’s all roses.
Never let you see,
what’s under the surface.

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A fog-covered, back-lit Medieval battle scene, in silhouette, with cavalry and infantry.

Long after the war has ended,
it rages in our hearts.
Continually choosing sides,
is driving us apart.
Finding some small difference,
separates the two.
In the war of us and them,
it’s time for us to choose.

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A woman and a man, wearing lightweight robes, reach out to take each other's hands.

I saw what you did.
I heard what you said.
I was there.
You can tell me anything.

I know how it hurt.
I know how you felt.
Let it go.
You can tell me anything.

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