Poems About Life Love Friendship
Jun 14th, 2009 by Ollie Lind
Thank you!
Your response, so far, to Reflections on Life has been very gratifying. There is something that frees your spirit when you can share innermost thoughts, beliefs and feelings with your fellow man.
Each of my poems has a story or experience that caused its creation. I’d like to share with you some of those stories.
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Jun 30th, 2009 by Ollie Lind
When I was a very young man I was absolutely in love. She was a vision of loveliness and the intimate time we spent together still lives in my memory. She left me for reasons I still cannot comprehend. I wrote this poem to forgive her and wish her love in her life. She did no wrong to me, other than create an unanswered mystery forever.
Sometimes, when in pensive mood,
I hear a sound or see a scene,
and find I feel but never brood
on the things that might have been
She comes, she goes, my life in throes,
joy and sadness alternating.
And yet there is no tale of woe,
no straight line abberating.
We look toward a future time
when life can be as chosen.
The present bell just cannot chime
until all truths are spoken.
We look to see what life can hold,
the fates cannot be just.
We try to stand apart and hold,
but truth precedes all trust.
So live again, or try, my love,
as present tangles twine.
and future life may be above
the present troubled times.
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I don’t know about you, but the biggest mystery in the universe for me, is love.
Whitney
A young lady calls me from time to time. We have never met but I, as a writer, imagine what she is like.
Pensive Lady
She was torn between staying with a dominating husband or starting a new life with someone she had just met.
Jun 26th, 2009 by Webmaster
Here’s a great short poem on fear. Mindless Fear by Christine Senter.
I just attended a seminar about investing money and the guy showed us the “wall of fear” that was an acronym for False Evidence Appearing Real.
Christine Senter really puts it in perspective. She really builds the suspense.
Here is the first stanza:
A passionate kiss.
A frightening scream.
At first I thought,
it was merely a dream…
ya gotta read the ending. Read it here.
Mindless Fear by Christine Senter.
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When I Dream
When I was very young I was tormented by dreams of vague menace. I was no stranger to waking up in a cold sweat. This is simply a perspective on dreaming. I hope you enjoy.
Listening
There comes a time in every person’s life where they’re alone. Sometimes this is a time of peace and reflection. Other times it is anything but. This poem offers a perspective for you to consider. I did when I wrote it.
Jun 22nd, 2009 by Ollie Lind
Many times I have contemplated what my real purpose in life is. I wrote this poem at a time when I realised that simply musing, whilst entertaining, was less important than actually doing things and that wasting time simply robbed you of life. Life that could be spent in getting things done.
Comes a time to look about
and see what we can find.
To look within and look without
the road ahead must wind.
This way, that way, never stopping.
Endless searching, never propping
at the time when peace must come.
Search is over, day is done.
Comes a time to rest from searching,
simply see what’s there to see.
Live today and love tomorrow,
time won’t steal but simply borrow.
What is it that time does borrow?
Not love nor life , not joy or sorrow.
Comes a time when death will call
and rob you of all tomorrow.
Jun 17th, 2009 by Webmaster
I’ve posted Ollie’s latest poem Journey on poemhunter.com and it already got 2 reviews. This is a great site with thousands of poems from poets all around the world. Like it? Please leave a comment on poemhunter too.
Here is what Ollie said about Journey:
I have found much of my life to be a two edged sword. For some reason I can see deeply into the problems and dilemmas of others.
So many times I have seen couples break up and it pains me. Yet sometimes it turns out to be the best for either or both parties.
This poem is for those women who have found it necessary to take the path of separation.
Read Journey on PoemHunter.com now.
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Jun 16th, 2009 by Ollie Lind
I wrote this poem after a lady friend of mine went through a difficult time in her marriage. She was torn between staying with a dominating husband or starting a new life with someone she had just met. I don’t know the final outcome, but I felt for her in her doubt and insecurity.
I saw her in a pensive mood,
Intense dark light was flashing.
She sought to see, but did not brood,
her world around was crashing.
She could not see the reason why
her life, her love was spare,
her every effort was decried,
she saw not what was there.
Torn between two types of life,
one free, not bound in chains.
She did not want to be a wife,
her love just caused her pain.
The stranger’s view might be her eyes,
to see both sharp and clear,
and free her from the bind that ties,
at last to see what’s here.
Her life, her love, to be her own,
to share, or keep by choice.
To stand so proud, sometimes alone,
to speak in clearest voice.
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Jun 1st, 2009 by Ollie Lind
I wrote this short poem during the short, brutal war in the Balkans. I was particularly touched by the tragic love of a Serbian girl for a Croatian boy. They both died so unnecessarily. This poem is my protest at mankind’s brutality and stupidity. There can be so much beauty and love in the world, yet it is too often obscured by ugliness. I just wanted to show the pointlessness of intolerance.
Dead and dying should be heard,
be they Moslem, Croat or Serb.
Come, see all, our fall from grace
Because of hatred t’wixt the race.
Why is it that we must kill
to live according to our will?
Should peace and harmony abide
down life’s broad highway we all ride?
Should religion be our faith
or force of arms decide the fate
of mothers, fathers, children, men
decide what, how, why, where or when
To live in shadowed death’s disgrace
each one according to his race.
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May 24th, 2009 by Ollie Lind
I came from an extremely dysfunctional family. I know I am not alone in that regard. I have been blessed with five wonderful children and, as I grow older and the family gathers from time to time, I feel the warmth and companionship that had been missing in my own childhood. I am so grateful to my children for opening my eyes to just how joyous a family can be.
When family gathers from afar
it matters naught what you are.
Suffice to say that you belong
as one within the happy throng.
For family is a special tie
and all is truth, there is no lie.
But love and friendship does abound
your rightful place has been found.
For family finds you as you are
no pretence, no need for far
fetched stories of what you can
achieve above another man.
Acceptance, above all else does raise
a man above the need for praise.
Love you, brother, sister, mother
for family is above all other.
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May 17th, 2009 by Ollie Lind
New war same as the old wars. History repeats.
I have always been an avid reader. I particularly like ancient history. I loved reading of exotic places and events that shaped the world. Then I noticed something very strange to me. It was the cyclical nature of events.
Time and again the same pattern of events would occur. Mankind would seem to repeat the same mistakes over and over. The religious wars that have been such a scourge on mankind, the repeated barbarian invasions on the civilized world, the list goes on.
I wrote the poem in an attempt to clarify my confusion ay man’s repeated stupidity and the utter pointlessness of experience without learning.
It’s tragic to know at last
how little we learn from the past.
History we see as but a muse,
intelligence we do not use
to learn the key from those who’ve seen
mistakes aplenty there have been.
How much we do in name of faith
reducing others to a wraith.
Because beliefs in God do differ
release the arrow, fill the quiver,
rush headlong, headlong to war
never, ever keeping score
of those who die in their God’s name,
seeking glory, finding shame.
Children dying for no reason
other than our bloody treason
Forsaking history’s call to reason,
look back and see our future’s fate
we are knocking at the gate
of death, disaster and disease
simply that we can appease
the thought that our way is the best,
never putting to the test
past history’s lesson that there may
be many more than just one way.
To live our lives so all may gain
love and tolerance that in the main
was missing from the daily lives
of husbands, fathers, mothers, wives.
Let us look where we have been
let past mistakes be ever seen
so past be not the future still
and live according to God’s will.
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