Comfort Poems
my home
by Mackenzie Bilz
A river without fish.
A mountain missing its goats.
A desert without cacti.
A forest missing its frogs.
A street without bugs.
A garden with only one flower.
A house without people.
A park with only one swing.
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What's More...Someone to Love Them
by Carl Halling
O, how my heart can ache for the lonely,
Then I’d like to comfort them all,
Hold them close
Until their sorrow goes,
This great big world
Can seem so cold,
O woe, some end up alone,
Forlorn souls
Longing for someone,
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Taming the Nightmare
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.
April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley.
April and sister, Dawn, loved horses, though still too young to ride;
But, they adored fairy-tales about them, like lilac, at rose's bedside.
Fuchsia was the color of fall skies, and the fun year was fading away,
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The Lonely One
by Carl Rex
The night was cold with heavy dew
The day was still afar
A mournful voice with words so few
Was heard in starkest jar
That voice I knew so intimate
But ne'er before in fear
In early morn or night so late
Was always full of cheer
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Rainy Days
by Shreeja Banerjee
Raindrops whisper, pitter-patter,
Lullaby on rooftop tiles.
Gray clouds gather, shadows scatter,
World outside in soft exile.
Cozy nook, a steaming mug,
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Trost
by Mario Odekerken
Eine Hand auf der Schulter
spricht ohne Worte.
Dasein,
wenn nichts mehr zu sagen ist.
Keine Antworten,
nur bleiben.
Still genug,
um das Schwere zu tragen.
Comfort
by Mario Odekerken
A hand on your shoulder
can speak without sound.
Presence,
when nothing can be fixed.
Not answers,
just staying.
Quiet enough
to hold the weight.
Troost
by Mario Odekerken
Een hand op je schouder
zegt soms meer dan woorden.
Stilte die blijft,
wanneer alles wegvalt.
Niet oplossen,
alleen aanwezig zijn.
Zacht genoeg
om het zware te dragen.
my home
by Mackenzie Bilz
A river without fish.
A mountain missing its goats.
A desert without cacti.
A forest missing its frogs.
A street without bugs.
A garden with only one flower.
A house without people.
A park with only one swing.
......
Taming the Nightmare
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.
April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley.
April and sister, Dawn, loved horses, though still too young to ride;
But, they adored fairy-tales about them, like lilac, at rose's bedside.
Fuchsia was the color of fall skies, and the fun year was fading away,
......
