'What is peace?' a little boy asked
Having witnessed many wars,
The old man remarked,
'Peace is to each their own.
It is morning filled with bird call
With no sound of crossfire,
Valley covered with iridescent blooms
With no stain of red fluid,
Laughing and chattering,
But no cry of pain.
It is when men meet men
With love and faith,
When hand helps those, who need,
And hungry mouths are well fed.
It is when your heart is calm
In the company of your people,
And the resulting warmth.
To me such is peace.'
(This poem is based on the prompt 'abstract noun poem'.)
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Jar of Poesy
Poesía"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
