Growing hurts sometimes;
saying goodbye to friends,
to things you've known and done
to things you wanted to do.
Growing heals sometimes
the shattered dreams and hopes
of a life you once knew
leading you to a new knowledge of yourself.
Growing is fun sometimes
meeting new friends
learning new things
making changes that feel good and moving on.
Growing is necessary always.
Without change there is stagnation
death instead of life.
To choose to live is to choose to grow.
Fran is a Career Counsellor, Workshop Developer and Facilitator and e-zine Editor. You can sign up for her ezine at firstname.lastname@example.org or check out her website for more information www.franwatson.ca
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem
Mother's Day Poetry,
In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
In the Mountains of Haiti
New Poetic Work By Ethiopian Immigrant Promotes Respect, Courage And Cultural Sensitivity
McLean, VA - "The Healing Conscious" tells the story of an Ethiopian immigrant boy on his fascinating journey to America and adulthood. Author Kifle Bantayehu, a 23 year-old second-generation Ethiopian immigrant, recounts this poignant tale in poetic format. His inspirational collection of poems reflects the final words and thoughts of a dying man who traveled across the world, raised a family and became successful-finally fulfilling the American dream.
Our home was warm in the shade of the trees or when the sun was not upon it.
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte (1816 ?1855) Novelist and Poet.
Robert Burns Love Poem: A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns, a poor man, an educated man, and a ladies' man, is representative of Scotland, much like whisky, haggis, bagpipes, and kilts. He lived a life shortened by rheumatic heart disease, 1759-1796, but his life journey through poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and financial success can be identified by all Scots and common men the world over. He has become almost a national symbol of all things Scottish. His life is like a love story with a happy ending.
Three Sweet Poems, and Two Not So Sweet [now in: SPANISH and English]
1) End Poem
Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]
Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge]
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)
Here And There
My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on planet earth. Though unconscious for many hours; Unaware of existence, Unknowing of life, Incognizant of humanity Living in a space of void, Resident of nothingness, Here, but not here. There, but not there.
Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English]
The Butcher of Lima and Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Two Poems)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Peru; in English and Spanish)
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Tribute To Old Glory And A Prayer For Peace
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGIC
Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs against the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall.
Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Writing Poetry
Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, finding meaning in few words. A melody of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet express the inner most thoughts and feelings of those who read the words. Writing poetry is a gift, a wonderful gift, being able to illuminate words so that they form a picture, express a feeling and share a thought in so few words. Unlike telling a story or writing a novel that explains every intricate detail a poem leaves you to draw your own conclusion. Writing poetry can be a healing process, putting down on paper all the emotions locked up inside ones head, a way of remembering and a way of re-living. Poetry has many forms from free verse to sonnet but all poems tell a story, a story of words, words wrapped around each other in such away that they flow together, locked in meaning. The poem below is titled "Playing" and every time I read this poem I cannot help but smile, as too will any mother reading this poem. See if you smile.
A Happiness Poem
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then my face would always dress in style.
Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
|home | site map|