Poetry: Time Travel

Time has come and gone, gone to the skies, and the stars,
And to the earth’s of the universe.
With the sight it sees of playful tots, growing teens,
And adults full of holiday mirth.

It sees the things others do not.
It hears the cries of painful tears.
It knows and understands the trust,
That we wouldn’t hear.

Peace follows through the fabric of Time
After times of war, hate, and destructions.
It waits until all hope is lost,
Then pounds on our frustrations.

It helps us through the bad and the good,
And leave us with maturity,
But after all this time it travels,
Will it ever stay for eternity?

 

Originally written 12/18/1988

 

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From a pin I found on my Pinterest page.  I thought it was really pretty and worked well with the poem.

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Poetry: Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright

Tiger, Tiger burning bright
Desolation stalks in the night.
Pain, grief, loss, and frustration
Keep watch this night of emotion.

Why must they dodge me now?
Why must it be this foul?
I want peace to reign.
But nothing will be the same.

Storms are a rising.
Some will leap past the blighting.
Others we know don’t know
And still there are those who won’t grow.

Come peaceful slumber
For I grow weary of this thunder
Bring me enlightenment I crave.
So I won’t be along any more, and afraid.

Originally written: 8/13/2003