My little book of poems

Life lesson poems

Ask yourself

© Rhiannonm Alexander-Sampson

Is the blast of a gun or the blood of the dove, the problem?

Why is it that the sea tastes like tears?

Do the rivers carry the sorrows of Earth to its heart?

Is a lion still a lion if it lives in a cage?

Or is your home really where your heart is?

If we could truly gaze upon each other, would we see beauty, or nothing at all?

And who decides if Picasso's paintings are more expensive than his pain?

Why do we get so worked over political campaigns?

When we are the only ones stopping ourselves from getting what we think is right?

We all may think we are enclosed in boxes, packed and contained...

But you are restrained only by the walls in the box you build yourself.

Story Of Her Wrists

© L. Ferguson

She smiled a pretty smile

But it started to twist

You see her smile told a story

And so did her wrists

Her life was simple

Not exciting, nor fun

3 brothers and a sister

A dad and a mum

Blonde hair to her ribcage

Blue eyes to match the sea

She had her goals and aims

And she let them be

She had holes in her body

But no ink on her skin

She hated her structure

She wanted to be thin

Her boyfriend loved her

And her friends adored

But her heart was bruised

Swollen and sore

She took an old razor

And broke it into three

Causing wounds on herself

Letting blood flow free

She smiled a sad smile

On a constant twist

You see that smile told a story

About the scars on her wrists

The 6th Sense

© Dominique Belanger

My hands grow numb, they can not feel.

My eyes grow dim, can't tell what's real.

My senses die, now what's the deal.

All I can smell is hate and fear.

The voice of reason I can not hear.

My senses die, I once held dear.

My mouth fills with lies.

And my last sense dies.