Collection of Poems

The Beach

Waves crash,

mist fills the air.

Sitting on the beach,

relaxing through a shaded stare.

 

Riding on the gusts of wind,

gulls fly across the view.

Desperate hunters looking for food,

gliding above the shimmering blue.

 

Sand fills every crack,

and covers the legs and feet.

As the tide rises and falls,

sand flattens like concrete.

 

The sun falls,

while the sky fills with red.

Eye lids become heavy,

drifting off you rest your head.  

 

Cancer

It’s a monster, the ultimate test.

Unstoppable and unbeatable,

But just maybe,

maybe not.

 

Each person reacts with their own blend of emotion.

The small boy weeps, unsure of anything.

The grown man stares off, distraught.

The old man rejoices in a life well lived.

But all of them,

Fight.

 

Perhaps one lives,

but he lives for all.

Giving hope,

A beacon of light for those to come.

Not everyone has to go.

America

What is wrong?

What has happened to this country?

No money left, but nobody can stop spending.

Borders of paper, passed regularly.

Uncontrollable crime, who needs guns anyway?

 

So why come to America?

Freedom.

Home to the brave man.

The man that starts a business.

The man that takes pride in his country.

The man that dies, for others.

So that they may stay,

Free.

 

So much wrong,

Surrounded by so much right.

International peace keeper,

A duty proudly owned. 

America,

Where freedom reigns,

And spreads for all to experience.

Firsts

There’s a first for everything.

It might be good,

it might be bad,

but no matter what,

it will always be remembered.

Like a first kiss.

How could it be forgotten?

Where and when it was,

Who it was with.

Maybe even what they were wearing. 

Either way

it gets remembered.

Every first time is a memory.

It can be looked back on forever.

Cherishing the moments that once were.

Mountains

Tall, mysterious.

Reaching up to the clouds.

The mountains stand,

firm, fixed in their spots.

Sturdy.

Empty and quiet.

The mountains watch

calmly.

Alone, they waste away.

Their faces blank,

rigid.

Sharp, resisting the world.

They stay private,

secluded.

Contact with only

animals that roam free.

Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

Sitting on the beach,
relaxing through a shaded stare. aww♥/ right now,I'm looking at snow falling from the sky :)

nature's beauty in all forms: Enjoyed reading all of your "Collection of Poems".
keep up the good work Danny!