Labor Day is Gone | Short Poem No. 15

Labor Day.

It came in like a car slamming its breaks

from an 80 miles an hour work week.

And now it’s time to rush away, no delay,

because there’s only 24 hours in a day.

We will get there, whatever it takes.

And this will be the trip that can’t be beat.

So that when I’m back to work, I can say,

“This was the best trip, by far, okay?”

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But then I blink, two days have disappeared.

And my bank account’s gone in arrears.

But I’m having too much fun,

ignoring the voice telling me, “It’s half done.”

And then, finally, the end is here.

Tuesday comes in again in high gear.

I can’t believe it’s all done.

I’m only left with a photo. . .

and a teddy bear that I won.

Photo by Guzmán Barquín on Unsplash.

For a nice, short post on Labor Day, check out “Happy Labor Day!” by Mitch Teemly. You may also like my post, “Moments Notice.”

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Don’t Quit | Short Poem No. 12

Don’t quit, stay.

Every day I see your faces.

Different situations, different phases.

A mom with A dead stare wondering who will be there.

The enthusiastic man wondering if he can.

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The girl with hopeless love wondering if she’s enough.

The man in chronic pain, slowly going insane.

Everywhere there’s different faces.

People going through different phases.

But you have to know it’s just a phase.

You have to believe it will be okay.

And, sometimes, there’s nothing else you have to do

but stay.

Photo by Luis Galvez on Unsplash.

For another great post about not quitting, check out “Don’t Quit!” by PRASHANTT, as well as another post of mine, “Let if Go and Move On,” for the few times in life when you should quit.

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Forward Thinking | Short Poem No. 9

Forward thinking.
Not looking back
And not even looking around.
Just thinking forward.
Because, if it wasn’t for tomorrow,
what would be today?
Or, even worse,
if I was stuck in the past.

I guess you’d call that hope
and few other things last forever.

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And when there’s nothing else to hope for,
that is when people find their faith.

I always give myself
something to look forward too,
because if I only look at the daily mundane,
I’ll always just feel the same.

And it’s not every day
that something special happens.

Photo by Alexander Possingham on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out “Some days are better, some days are not.” by Winnie, as well as my own post “Tress Blowing in the Wind.”

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Raw Story | Short Poem No. 8

A raw story.

My heart is raw.
Hands wide open.
Take some of you and
deposit some hope in.

My soul is raw,
Mouth closed.
Less of me,
but making me free.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I see something coming
from the Giver.

Raw Story

My heart is raw,
been a few years.
But if it gets hard
there’s no more tears.

My soul is strong,
stronger every day.
When you lay it down
you’ll pick it up along the way.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I’ll get a new one
from the Giver.

Photo by Nicolae Rosu on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out Job 19:25-27 to see some of the inspiration for it, as well as my poem “Hurricane Path Map.”

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Moments Notice | Short Poem No. 4

In a moments notice I was in another place.

My feet walk on the hot sand.

A cool ocean breeze runs through my hair.

Your fingers settled in between mine.

The world had it’s worries but we forgot to care.

Can a moment like this stretch into eternity,

when you look into someone’s eyes?

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But time always moves on.

The moment always dies.

And you look back and dream,

wishing of another day;

to be again in that moment.

But as you dream of the past,

today, the moment that could have been,

slowly drifts away.

Photo by Aron on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out “Time Flies” by KaylaAnn, as well as my own post “Labor Day is Gone.”

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Someone Knows Something | Short Poem No. 1

Someone knows something.

A long day coming, came in like a hurricane.

He came to work happy, but now he doesn’t feel okay.

We don’t have to say what happened,

We’ve all been there before.

So he hides inside his house, goes to his room, shuts his door,

And he plays on his guitar the things he feels inside his heart

when the world falls apart and everyone feels so far.

Someone knows something

She came to the world as simple as could be.

She only asked for the little things.

She’s not like you and me.

But the world forgot to tell her that it would be very cruel.

It left her brokenhearted and feeling like a fool.

So she plays on her guitar the things she feels inside her heart

When the world falls apart and everyone feels so far.

She plays on her guitar and prays a little prayer.

And the peace inside her heart lets her know

that someone’s there.

Someone knows something about her.

Someone knows something about you.

Photo by Kat J on Unsplash.

If you liked this poem, please check out “Whole Again” by Mugilan Raju and my own poem “Will I Write Again Today?”

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