Poems (Page 8)

The picturesque autumn view of a beautiful golden sunrise. A dense fog covers a mountain valley with gold-colored trees lining the foreground.

everything is here
for but a moment

like a whisper
half-spoken
nearly existing

vanishing
in the soft light
of a new day

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Stressed businessman (Image: Nopphon Pattanasri)

Having moved on, I remained
caught between obligation and fear.

Worn, weary hands now empty.
Inspiration sifted, removed by the wind.

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Worn wooden pews and colorful windows line the center aisle of a little old church. Taken at First Methodist Church of Jermyn. NOTE: this church was built in 1910. In 1968, it was designated as a Texas Historic Landmark.

Do you think it’s really so simple,
that everything is just black or white?
Pitting your morals against us,
it’s not a question of who’s wrong or right.

You cast judgment without understanding,
while your foundation is crumbling away.
Believing you’re walking above us,
when your morals are deep in decay.

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A lonely woman sits on a swing in the park villa in the morning. She is reaching over to hold an empty swing beside her.

I wish I had spoken
one simple, kind word.
It may well have been
the only one heard.

Now it’s much too late.
Life goes on without.
Memories will fade
but regrets they do not.

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A close-up of a dust-covered, dirty computer keyboard.

My mom used to write letters at the end of each year, to keep friends and family up to date on the happenings in our family.

I hadn’t written any poetry in a while. So, in the middle of the night, I wrote a little update letter of my own.

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