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Having lost the azure sky
to fighter planes
fewer and fewer
migratory birds
are able to find their way home
Having lost
the good lands and forests
to high rise buildings
our dear siblings
can't help but live in the zoo
Having lost clean water
to pollution
fewer and fewer rivers of life
are able to survive
Yes
Human beings
you can win them all
for all others are lousy losers
The moment I lost you
hyacinths finished flowering
too
I had no words
but sigh
to say nothing
of bidding goodbye
What else is there
in life
for me
to wish for
Maybe
hydrangeas are lovely
but they belong
to the ardent sunlight
And
a Gerbera daisy
may be charming
as well as pretty
but
she's not the one for me
Sigh ...
Why is the sun still rising
this morning
Wasn't it the end of the world
yesterday
when my heart broke
and hurt
as if
there were numerous
broken pieces of glass
inside this hollow body
In spite of the fact
that I have ninety nine
yet I'm still feeling as lost
as the lost lamb
in the wilderness
I'd rather leave
what I own
and go after the miserable
than suffer with insomnia
in my comfort zone
Oh
Please
Heaven and Earth
May I ask
when will be the day
that my worry is relieved
when will be the moment
that I call together
my relatives and friends
and ask them
to rejoice with me
for I've found my lost one
Remember
once upon a summer
you walked across my quiet path
like a gentle breeze
wafting across a wintry land
A happy encounter
left behind
those unforgettable memories
like beautiful flower petals
scattering
in the spring field
You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
when parting
Now I'm regretting to say
they're more like my wistful sighs
when grieving
~~Revised
You said
you were busy packing
to catch the train
after dropping me a note
saying
"Admiringly beautiful!"
about the poem
I penned for you
And then
you left
in a hurry
like June leaving
with the spring
in a hurry
leaving endless days
of sweltering summer
for me to suffer
in July
Perhaps
it'll have been a thousand years
later
when one day
you decide to come back
and read this write
in another life
All gone
are the good old days
with the wild geese
flying north
And however sullen
the weather might seem
today
it's all but done
Whether it'll be smiley
or stormy
the day after tomorrow
I'd rather not think about it
for I'm ready
to bury my head
in the pillow
come tomorrow
Without a doubt
I'd love to see you
soaring high
and hovering freely
like a skylark
in the immense sky
But it gets beyond tolerance
only to imagine
you might lose control
and fall from the heavens
onto the ground
So should I tie a string
to your body
or simply keep you
from flying
in the beginning
Our heavenly Father
I thank thee
for waking me up
early in the morning
to breathe the fresh air
and to see the sunshine
though the sorrow of yesterday
is still deeply rooted
in this poor heart of mine
Give me this day
my daily courage
so that
I could weather through
this horrible Monday blue
You
by chance
tossed a forget-me-not
upon the mirror pond
of this heart
in late June
And afterwards
you simply breezed away
I guess
to a far off northern land
with the spring
And now
this poor broken piece
of mine
once peaceful and serene
is still rippling
and feeling fidgety
in the wake of
your unintentional error
Sitting in the shade
of an eucalyptus
in the park
I rejoice
over cool summer breezes
for they simply keep blowing
The vibe is relaxing
this morning
except
for the numerous falling leaves
Like annoying flies
they simply keep coming close
Since it's impossible
to banish them all
The second
I make up my mind
to ignore them all
they start flying up and up
against the clear sky
like colorful butterflies
When I step close
to the window
I'm pleasantly surprised
to find
it's been raining outside
for a while
I regret not having noticed it
a bit earlier
for it's a rare summer rain
mesmerizing and romantic
And there's no promise
how long it's gonna last
So let's hurry
and get ready
Angela
to walk in the summer rain
Never mind the umbrella
for
in the rain
you're forever pretty
with or without it
The floating clouds
are my blurry memories
of years ago
when you were lovely
as the bud of a poppy
on the campus
I was amazed then
at your capacity
of analyzing my poetry
which was pretty naive
and lousy
for I was only an apprentice
struggling hard
to capture beauty
in a universe of fantasy
In the blink of an eye
you've transformed yourself
into a graceful fairy
Perhaps
it's purely a windfall
that I ran across you again
in this virtual world
for there's a typhoon
approaching
this charming Island
Hence
I enjoy
an unexpected holiday
to harvest this serendipity
brought by you
and to turn it into words
of tapestry
hELLO I KNOW THIS IS ABOUT POEM BUT DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COMPARE PATRICK GILMORE AND STEPHEN FOSTER?
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Originally Posted by Mickey6172004