The ocean has a thousand voices Its roar makes the mountain shake Its groaning moves the earth to tears Its whisper brings back sweet memories Its symphony in the dark stirs my soul I bow in awe and worship my...
The night is here, the end is near My body aches and cries for rest Still I toil with sweat and tears Till I breathe my very last breath. The field is ripe for harvest, But where have the workers gone? It has been a long hard day, I did it His way. A long, long time...
Who Am I? My name is written on the sand— Am I a sandman? My name is written on the sky— Am I a raindrop From the cloud above? My name is written on the sea— Am I a ripple Of the mighty ocean That kisses the rocks into sand? (This is meant to be a fun poem, conveying...
unsplash-logoAmy Rollo The burden of time Gets heavier With each step uphill. I need to go home To my tiny home In this foreign land. I want to go home, But where is my home-home, To which my heart belongs? I must climb the hill, Against the gravity of Age and sorrows...
