pop's poetry

Category: Mood

  • ache

    broken hearts can heal
broken promises can be forgiven
broken homes can be rebuilt
but broken love,
the only cure for this
is love

  • under a prairie sky

    Copper and I
Out for a walk
With very little talk
Greet the sun
As one

  • shouldering the weight

    He walked in,
the weight of the world on his shoulders
in the shape of a little child.
A three day beard graced
his twelve step face
as he looked at his feet
and whispered softly:
"My boy needs a good meal."

  • sunday morning

    smiling faces, bubbling laughter
forest mists, still quietness
twinkling eyes, breathless whispers
serving hands, kind words
unexpected grace, unfettered love
lives of purpose, eulogies of peace
in the familiar is the divine

  • autumn morning walk

    Rainbows to the east
To the west, blended pastels
At the center - joy