all about poetry

A Never Die Hero   A teacher is a hero Without a strings attached They are candles in the dark We could have an open mind because the strands of a teacher Our souls can be wide because the advice of a teacher They are heroes in a world They are simple and promising calmness Always be water in the desert Always be a light in the middle of the night We all need you We will not be able to change the world without you Our kids are poisoned without you The teacher is a guide They are a symbol of resurrection They are a basic for education Teachers are heroes

A Deep Meaning of Friendship Friendship is like the two rings that have different shapes But can be combined with a very strong sense Friendship is just a word But it has a deep meaning We’ll feel it when actually find A continued friend in a life Friendship has always been an oasis when we experience sadness Friendship is always a joy to be complementary A day without friends is very strange Months without friends are very painful True friends will always be missed Talks will continue to be memorable Easy to get a rich friend But hard getting a forever friend Because a true friend is not for a reason

Such intelligence is intimidating. Though I wouldn’t speak at such High level in your presence, I feel something that I haven’t felt in centuries. Your costume used to matter. Your costume isn’t important anymore. I’m looking into you now. Yes I know your color, and I know your dreams. Insane we might say, but we are afraid. Such is divine to all. And it’s oblivious in your world. Only if you knew How your words move through me.. Slow and cold. How your windows pierce through screens and fake masks. I would clap louder.. but My hands would Bleed. Then Again.. You deserve such sacrifice. by Kelly Emil Bergey

In a silent breeze A silent cry screaming wind A wondering voice From a old women A silent Delightful voice from Someone who cares A blind women Senses her way through a narrow path A winding willow near the bright blue Water by Katherine Eillen Weisbrod

“But you’re not supposed to know,” he said. “Yeah,” I sighed, “but I just want to know a little, like when you get a new book and you read the last page. You know what the last page is going to be like, but you don’t know the whole story; you only have a little idea.” He followed me to the bathroom, where I started flossing my teeth, and he kissed me. I let the white floss fall in my hand. It was a good kiss, not those quick kisses of good-bye when he leaves for work, or the sloppy kisses when you are both too busy to care how your mouth feels. It was the kind of kiss that makes you remember why you started kissing him in the first place. And all at once you are not so afraid to grow old.

Here i am looking into the future planning on how to get the picture of love so pure that makes me so sure, oh sweet love,like dew from above coming down to sooth my wounds and like the lark heralds daylight that i may carry you beyond all bounds to my hearts utmost delight. This love,so blind and still so right takes me through the darkest of nights that i may awaken to find myself as glorious as an elf in this true picture of love that is a gift from above. by Olusegun Olaitan Agunbiade

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him!