Lesson Poems
Beyond the Past
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
......
It's me
by Jeremy Wheeler
The overwhelming thoughts of suicide
run rampant.
Dr says try something that works on the brain
Like a relaxant.
No.
I feel the way I feel for a reason. i've been branded
......
Lost but Lessoning
by Somali Mukherjee
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
Leaves
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Some leaves that tremble
are so pale and frail,
they finally do fall down
from the top of a tree.
Yet with or even without
a touch of windy time
only those in green are
freely on a fluttering spree.
Life and Death
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Sweet are some moments -
Refrains of happy, healthy breath;
Some turn harder and bitter
We must have to fight life to death.
Time robs us of the loved ones
Putting our patience to a hard test;
Filled with awe and dismay
We overcome it but beat our chest.
......
It's me
by Jeremy Wheeler
The overwhelming thoughts of suicide
run rampant.
Dr says try something that works on the brain
Like a relaxant.
No.
I feel the way I feel for a reason. i've been branded
......
Beyond the Past
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
......
Lost but Lessoning
by Somali Mukherjee
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
Life and Death
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Sweet are some moments -
Refrains of happy, healthy breath;
Some turn harder and bitter
We must have to fight life to death.
Time robs us of the loved ones
Putting our patience to a hard test;
Filled with awe and dismay
We overcome it but beat our chest.
......
Leaves
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Some leaves that tremble
are so pale and frail,
they finally do fall down
from the top of a tree.
Yet with or even without
a touch of windy time
only those in green are
freely on a fluttering spree.
