Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

“The river has great wisdom and whispers its secrets to the hearts of men.”

– Mark Twain

How important is it,

if I had a song?

My very own song,

A song to praise Mother Earth!

Would I be dancing on my own,

without a care in the world?

Listen to what

the magical tune of the river tells us

The message is hopeful

 

in this time of so much confusion.

You may still hear some craziness.

You may still feel like you are in the dark.

Yet, if you are still, and listen carefully

the magical tune of the river will whisper

And Peace will be your song.

Here is a potpourri of the titles of my favorite poems. CHALLENGE: Post the first few lines in the comments. I look forward to seeing how many are familiar to all of you.

Nothing gold can stay

Still I rise

Life is fine

Winter to Spring

God’s World

Do not go gentle into that good night

because i could not stop for death

My heart leaps up

Alone

On Children

Mother to Son

I carry your heart with me

If

The second coming

If you forget me

Oh Captain, My Captain

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I’m nobody

There are so many others but the list would be endless. I thank my wonderful teachers that introduced to poetry. My father loved poetry and taught to read poetry aloud in order to make sense of the poems I could not really understand. I hope these titles inspire you to read aloud. Remember poetry is life and life is poetry.

“To a Poet nothing can be useless.” – Samuel Johnson

You know you are a poet

when words wiggle their way into your heart;

You know you are a poet

when you celebrate yourself and sing yourself;

You know you are a poet

when you remember the many lives

you have walked through;

You know you are a poet

when simple things become complex and miraculous;

You know you are a poet

you hear the heart beats of another poet;

You know you are a poet

when time is timeless

and every season

is a poem in the making.

Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay

Childhood memories abound

and then I look around

to picture my old neighborhood now so far away

I ask the visions of then to stay

Nostalgia remembers all the faces

and all the wonderful places

we would walk to without fear

because everyone knew your name

But Beverly now things have changed so much

we can no longer hand shake or even touch

Now many eyes are always filled with tears

and We the kids that loved your books

ask if anything will ever be the same

I once thought I would meet Ramona

because she was so real to me

The girl everyone said was a pest

but for me she was the best.

Beverly, you’ve given us all so much joy;

for me, your books were better than a toy.

I passed down Dear. Mr. Henshaw

to so many of the kids I knew

some of your stories still ring true.

So today I get to write about a writer

I have loved so dear

throughout so many years

And soon my grandchildren

will get to know you too.

Rest in Peace!

Hope and faith are gifts we need to keep close. We must stay on task in the present. But remember for everything there is a time. – Melba Christie

Keep in step; head up

There is a time for everything

be still and smile