Birthday Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#birthday
WHAT REALLY MATTERS IN THE END?
I have walked on all
the Continents in
the world, all 50 States,
and lost count of the
countries I have visited.
I say this not to impress
but to share what I, not
anyone else, have learned.
It hit me right between
the eyes a few years ago
as I heard what a group
of wealthy men said in the
last days in the terminal ward;
soon to face death.
They were all rich and
among the who's who
in society. In their last days
they were asked what,
when looking back really
mattered?
Was it their yachts,...
the Continents in
the world, all 50 States,
and lost count of the
countries I have visited.
I say this not to impress
but to share what I, not
anyone else, have learned.
It hit me right between
the eyes a few years ago
as I heard what a group
of wealthy men said in the
last days in the terminal ward;
soon to face death.
They were all rich and
among the who's who
in society. In their last days
they were asked what,
when looking back really
mattered?
Was it their yachts,...
#death
#birthday
#fate
#aging
#responsibility
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WHAT REALLY MATTERS IN THE END?
I have walked on all
the Continents in
the world, all 50 States,
and lost count of the
countries I have visited.
I say this not to impress
but to share what I, not
anyone else, have learned.
It hit me right between
the eyes a few years ago
as I heard what a group
of wealthy men said in the
last days in the terminal ward;
soon to face death.
They were all rich and
among the who's who
in society. In their last days
they were asked what,
when looking back really
mattered?
Was it their yachts,...
the Continents in
the world, all 50 States,
and lost count of the
countries I have visited.
I say this not to impress
but to share what I, not
anyone else, have learned.
It hit me right between
the eyes a few years ago
as I heard what a group
of wealthy men said in the
last days in the terminal ward;
soon to face death.
They were all rich and
among the who's who
in society. In their last days
they were asked what,
when looking back really
mattered?
Was it their yachts,...
#death
#birthday
#fate
#aging
#responsibility
492 reads
4 Comments
WHAT REALLY MATTERS IN THE END?
I have walked on all
the Continents in
the world, all 50 States,
and lost count of the
countries I have visited.
I say this not to impress
but to share what I, not
anyone else, have learned.
It hit me right between
the eyes a few years ago
as I heard what a group
of wealthy men said in the
last days in the terminal ward;
soon to face death.
They were all rich and
among the who's who
in society. In their last days
they were asked what,
when looking back really
mattered?
Was it their yachts,...
the Continents in
the world, all 50 States,
and lost count of the
countries I have visited.
I say this not to impress
but to share what I, not
anyone else, have learned.
It hit me right between
the eyes a few years ago
as I heard what a group
of wealthy men said in the
last days in the terminal ward;
soon to face death.
They were all rich and
among the who's who
in society. In their last days
they were asked what,
when looking back really
mattered?
Was it their yachts,...
#death
#birthday
#fate
#aging
#responsibility
492 reads
4 Comments
optimism
I'm in my quiet time when I don't have much to say
my soul rests in the shadows let others talk today
it's my birthday and I know time says I'm old
but inside I still feel young
I reach and touch the sky and exhale
sighing into the winds
my mind turns to you
lover over my honesty
you know me true
probably better than most
I wander the day without purpose or plan
I just want to be free
drift with the energy being a part of the day
but not driving it
I escape the moment sorrow walks my way ...
my soul rests in the shadows let others talk today
it's my birthday and I know time says I'm old
but inside I still feel young
I reach and touch the sky and exhale
sighing into the winds
my mind turns to you
lover over my honesty
you know me true
probably better than most
I wander the day without purpose or plan
I just want to be free
drift with the energy being a part of the day
but not driving it
I escape the moment sorrow walks my way ...
#love
#birthday
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11 Comments
optimism
I'm in my quiet time when I don't have much to say
my soul rests in the shadows let others talk today
it's my birthday and I know time says I'm old
but inside I still feel young
I reach and touch the sky and exhale
sighing into the winds
my mind turns to you
lover over my honesty
you know me true
probably better than most
I wander the day without purpose or plan
I just want to be free
drift with the energy being a part of the day
but not driving it
I escape the moment sorrow walks my way ...
my soul rests in the shadows let others talk today
it's my birthday and I know time says I'm old
but inside I still feel young
I reach and touch the sky and exhale
sighing into the winds
my mind turns to you
lover over my honesty
you know me true
probably better than most
I wander the day without purpose or plan
I just want to be free
drift with the energy being a part of the day
but not driving it
I escape the moment sorrow walks my way ...
#love
#birthday
337 reads
11 Comments
October Poems 2024 >> it is finished!
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#TimeHeals
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0 Comments
October Poems 2024 >> it is finished!
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#TimeHeals
155 reads
0 Comments
October Poems 2024 >> it is finished!
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#TimeHeals
155 reads
0 Comments
October Poems 2024 >> it is finished!
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#TimeHeals
155 reads
0 Comments
October Poems 2024 >> it is finished!
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#TimeHeals
155 reads
0 Comments
It was my Birthday
In this kaleidoscope of vibrant hues
a season of transformation as autumn
the keen eye beholds what others may miss
revealing truths that the heart cannot ignore
Memories flow like ethereal apparitions
as my mind ascends to distant memories
unraveling the depths of my existence
engulfed in waves lost in a sea of thoughts
No solace found its a distant shore
only frigid waters icy to the core
fire burns within while ice caresses my skin
haunted dreams persist pushing away peace
the candles on the cake burns ...
a season of transformation as autumn
the keen eye beholds what others may miss
revealing truths that the heart cannot ignore
Memories flow like ethereal apparitions
as my mind ascends to distant memories
unraveling the depths of my existence
engulfed in waves lost in a sea of thoughts
No solace found its a distant shore
only frigid waters icy to the core
fire burns within while ice caresses my skin
haunted dreams persist pushing away peace
the candles on the cake burns ...
#birthday
#SelfReflection
322 reads
6 Comments
It was my Birthday
In this kaleidoscope of vibrant hues
a season of transformation as autumn
the keen eye beholds what others may miss
revealing truths that the heart cannot ignore
Memories flow like ethereal apparitions
as my mind ascends to distant memories
unraveling the depths of my existence
engulfed in waves lost in a sea of thoughts
No solace found its a distant shore
only frigid waters icy to the core
fire burns within while ice caresses my skin
haunted dreams persist pushing away peace
the candles on the cake burns ...
a season of transformation as autumn
the keen eye beholds what others may miss
revealing truths that the heart cannot ignore
Memories flow like ethereal apparitions
as my mind ascends to distant memories
unraveling the depths of my existence
engulfed in waves lost in a sea of thoughts
No solace found its a distant shore
only frigid waters icy to the core
fire burns within while ice caresses my skin
haunted dreams persist pushing away peace
the candles on the cake burns ...
#birthday
#SelfReflection
322 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Birthday Published by Members Recently Online Poems