Opportunities Poems

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A Door Of Opportunities And A Hallway Not

A Door Of Opportunities And A Hallway Not short poem

There I stood between the door and the hallway And I chose to listen to the echo Of the sound my tired feet made Through the two eternal walls Which kept caving in Sometimes it’s not better to keep moving

Missed Opportunities

Missed Opportunities short poem

Sometimes in your life, Time will go astray, You can’t save those moments, For another day. Missed opportunities, Times you should have had, But we got the good times, Mixed up with the bad. Sometimes we take the wrong path,

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Encounters

Encounters short poem

Most people we meet will be friends and not foes (Though truthfully, some people get up our nose!) Those moments together can bless us or blight us But thankfully most of our meetings unite us At times we wear prickles,

The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch. The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a push. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

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Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

A gush of wind entered Through the open window. My shielded wings wandered all over The unanswered question which I hide in my unconscious mind, echoed in my conscious mind. Who am I ? I have a heart that forgives

Loving Life

Loving Life short poem

If we are willing to learn, life is willing to teach If we are willing to listen, the sounds of life will reach If you are willing to receive, life has much to give Take what life gives, make the

Wait

Wait short poem

You may think I have given up, But I only reached a hurdle. The rare opportunities to work, Have made me slow as a turtle. Life has thrown it’s curves In a way I can not change. I do my

Mourning Of A Dead Body

Mourning Of A Dead Body long poem

Eighty Five years I lived in this world Throughout my life, I was thirsty for love and care But no one was ready to give me that love. Now I am dead and my body is lying in the Coffin.

Embrace Change

Embrace Change prose poem

One the very first day we’re born into a world, where there’s a chance to dream for every boy and girl. Starting off young the mind becomes full on what to be, from becoming a fireman to the next star

The Liberty Dreamer

The Liberty Dreamer long poem

Envision freedom as a circle spanning three hundred and sixty degrees And sitting at the circle’s center you are at liberty to swivel and tilt at will Mesmerized by the seemingly limitless opportunities that beckon Within each degree a fountainhead

A Purple Umbrella

A Purple Umbrella long poem

A purple umbrella What once blocked the rain Now catches the opportunity A purple umbrella What protected me from discomfort Now prevents puddles A purple umbrella The comfort of not being wet Has been exchanged for the freedom to breath

Breaking Bondage

Breaking Bondage short poem

Enter cycle two and the Breaking of Bondage… Well what lies down this road now Heaven only knows but I’m not gonna be your prisoner anymore, I don’t want to look back on yesterday tomorrow and regret the dreams I

Remember This

Remember This short poem

There are some things I have come to believe. Believe me when I say, I am not deceived. Sometimes the good die young, and never receive. Unfairness exists, and persists, though ill conceived. Sometimes everybody gets pushed around, or cheated.

I Believe I Can Fly

I Believe I Can Fly short poem

I’ve got many obstacles in my life, but I’ll never give up. Once when I planned to fly, I thought that I will reach high but I just got a chance to try. I ignored it as my first attempt.

Halls Of Gray

Halls Of Gray long poem

I walk these halls all day and night, I do not frown nor shed a tear. It took all of my inner might, To strike down that which I did fear. I was afraid to take a chance, And ask

My Sweetheart Children

My Sweetheart Children short poem

My sweet children I can’t give you what you wish but I can give you what actually you need for your better tomorrow I can give you immense love and affection that will provide strong wings for your dreams to

Being Happy

Being Happy short poem

I sometimes feel that I don’t feel An irony, isn’t it? But it isn’t so. I do feel things. I do feel cared when someone cares for me. I do feel when someone is being friendly with me. I do

Resolutions

Resolutions prose poem

Repentance of things past and presence, and anticipated misdoings shall be of utmost importance. I shall be more open and vulnerable, being more willing to “Be Wrong”. Evils that are both subtle and also blatant shall be exposed, fought against,

I

I short poem

I am not defined by your appraisal ratings. I am not defined by the fact that you nag me for being a unconcerned husband, or yell for being a failed father. I am not defined by your hollow looks every

Live Up To Your Potential

Live Up To Your Potential short poem

Ouch! What a sharp jab? Oh God! What is happening to me? Why should I suffer like this? And you go on and on, Blame Him! Otherwise what can you do better? God has given you everything, Name them, talents,

December 1st 1957

December 1st 1957 prose poem

alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as

Take a Chance

Take a Chance short poem

Walk with determination; Fill your heart with hope, Smooth will be your paved path. Plan before you take action; Remain true to your ethics, And see how easily your dreams of today will be reality tomorrow. Identify the obstacles of

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Bailey The Sailor

Bailey The Sailor short poem

When I teach Bailey to sail, that will be the cat’s meow Now this is the stern, and that is the bow Here is the tiller, makes her turn, helps to steer And when she sees how it works, she

A Beautiful Affair

A Beautiful Affair short poem

Nordic sky, Gypsy drives, Wind in my eyes, Makes me smile. Watery ice, Melts away, The fear of not, Surviving my tears. Golden glow, Stroking my hair, Telling me, Life is indeed, A beautiful affair.

High Score

High Score short poem

Pride and joy But don’t toy with nature Conserve the future Sweet and sour Change by the hour The two sides of life Of trouble and strife Beg, steal or borrow You’ll still pay with sorrow Tomorrow never knows And

A Modern Lover’s Plea

A Modern Lovers Plea short poem

I’ll not promise you stars Or a fleet of gleaming cars, But a dwelling you’ll find Where everyone to you will be kind; I promise not gold and silver, But to keep you happy I’ll endeavour, Clothes you’ll have enough

At The Cross Roads…

At The Cross Roads... short poem

At the cross-roads I stand I ask myself to answer my questions, My ever lingering past and my evanescent future, I stand at the cross roads looking at the beautiful sunset in anticipation of a beautiful sunrise. At the cross-roads

As Above

As Above short poem

Most frightening thing: it all makes sense there is a plan or at least a thread that can be traced back a fuse emitting hiss and stink it caused Kennedy to get shot , my mother’s canary to flit free

I Used To Be Alive

I Used To Be Alive long poem

There was a time When i used to be alive That was before the night I decided to drink and drive I still remember it like it was yesterday When for the first time i decided to not do what

The Year I Was Born

The Year I Was Born short poem

THE YEAR I WAS BORN we were still fighting the Vietnam war, Nixon was all caught up in the drama of Watergate then forced to resign by summertime handing his key to the White House over to vice president Ford,

Michael And Mark

Michael And Mark long poem

Well these two darlin’ boys of 4 and 6 Were so full of life and as close as two Brothers could be…Michael and Mark Of Athens, TN had their fun in the sun And played their games as most children

Holiday Thoughts

Holiday Thoughts prose poem

Now we seem too alone in two capitals, but tied with finger tips on a Smartphone. We are still wandering through the memories of one capital, in which we lived before. Today the same sleepy holiday unites us with same

Break

Break prose poem

From the dizzy heights of my blind, blind love, From the darkest abyss of my sins, From the broken shards of your words that hurt, From the silence throbbing madly in my ears, From the rotten skin that I’ve been

Turn Around

Turn Around short poem

A few years after you arrived, like a prodigal, you wouldn’t abide You soon began to run Now, you must return, To face the rising sun It’s time to stop and think about your unruly life For so long, you

My Mind Is A Place

My Mind Is A Place long poem

My mind is a place, and often I’m told Those who would venture are far more than bold Vast twisting caverns of darkness and light Thoughts in a jumble with no wrong or right Fear and disorder, perfection and truth

It Does Not Matter

It Does Not Matter short poem

After a face – off you toss the coin resenting the liquid fame. Frame extracts the price of picture. Compassion for the artist was missing. I suffer in mid moon between darkness and light clarity of rags was improving. Homage

Staring Down Desire

Staring Down Desire short poem

You look at me; I look at you. We both know what our eyes are trying to say. But this could be dangerous. Somebody should look away but nobody looks away. The eyes seem to say you are the angel

Endearing Love

Endearing Love short poem

When I gaze at her eyes A softness fills my heart When my lips touch hers A sense of wonderment We have kissed before Through many lifetimes Her hands in mine Exquisite, so femininely divine Her cheeks blushed rosily Her

Love ends in tragedy

Love ends in tragedy short poem

That’s the way it’s supposed to be Every story in history Repeated through centuries No prevention from this disease It strikes at least once, slyly Once bitten, twice shy they say of it No cure for this disease gory Quietly

Dream On

Dream On short poem

It’s close to midnight, My thoughts are taking flight, Averse to my sleepy plight, Restful sleep would be a delight. My brain decides to spark, to ignite, Thoughts cluster like a series of kites, Now I imagine pigeons in tights,

Dear Black Woman

Dear Black Woman long poem

Dear Black Woman You are As Stong as the An African Elephant Yet we’re are supple and elegant. We are persuasive talkers so our words are very Eloquent. Crafted From man’s rib and An earthly element is How God made

The Spark

The Spark short poem

within the human bodymind what is the purpose of a spark? a spark ignites- if understood if fired up fierce passion plays upon the face of god- within the heart of god mother/father- light this realm tend this carefully laid-out