by davebywordHonolulu, Hawaii, USA
Jan 2013 583 Views 10 comments
gone are the days/our day will come
gone are the days when the wars were just
post up another puppet for the national lust
broken are the bows of the norman kings
atomic war threatens leavin nothin to glean
torn are the hearts of every true love
while dna carries on the most ruthless blood
here and there hide like pockets of gold
the sweetest love stories that have ever been told
like dreams of the gold rush crowds rally to mine
but many search for honey where theres no hive to find
somewhere in the journey one looks up to pray
only to find their mind has powers to help shape the way
amidst all the struggle a spark of hope
our day will come
post up another puppet for the national lust
broken are the bows of the norman kings
atomic war threatens leavin nothin to glean
torn are the hearts of every true love
while dna carries on the most ruthless blood
here and there hide like pockets of gold
the sweetest love stories that have ever been told
like dreams of the gold rush crowds rally to mine
but many search for honey where theres no hive to find
somewhere in the journey one looks up to pray
only to find their mind has powers to help shape the way
amidst all the struggle a spark of hope
our day will come
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2013
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i love poetry, i saw this link and wanted to be a part of it, so i started a fresh work, but nothing perhaps that hasnt been said before in other ways, cheersPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (10)
We are all very different but find ways to write so that we can share those thoughts with others in a way we hope they will understand.
"torn are the hearts of every true love"
Yes indeed in battles of all kinds heats get torn, on the fields of war and at home....
Well written, thankyou.
Poetnumber1, thank you! my grandpa came from havana, cuba, one of your neighbor islands. your comment holds a special place in my heart. God greet you more and more.
Love your poetry Dave
*YOUR POETRY IS PROFOUND! You Hit the Nail on the Head regarding how much our society has changed compared to the Days of Merry Olde England when we were not so IMPERIALISTIC & Justice was in vogue. I love your Down to Earth Style. You managed to Paint a Vivid Picture without the Brush, just like my Poet Buddy, Poetnumber1 from Trinidad...
*I look forward to more of your Fascinating Poems.
All the Best,
Kate
Thanks for sharing. This is mostly my theme
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