Life can be merciless, heartless, careless
And ruthless, just in the process of finding happiness,
Like nature's fleeting bloom,
Winter of our times is like an empty room
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All the peaches have a natural taste, but the sweetest peach is NECTARINE (.Prunus Persica) . You are Nectarine of poetry, and I worship you. My special song.
Because living is an art so pure... very inspirational, much enjoyed.
a peachy poem. you start out the poem with pessimism/negativity, ... and end it on a peachy-positive (though not always realistic) note. there is a LOT of reaching going on here! :) (cont.)
Winter of our times is like an empty room... this is so deep and again, realistic in its own way.
''As we continue to endure, Because living is an art so pure, We are full of uncertainties but we can be sure We can eat the peach it is within our reach! '' - I love the metaphor of the peach, the rhymes, and the positive and optimistic tone of your poem!
Giving is a part of living and living becomes an art when we realise our goal of life- thanks Hazel
Oh Hazel, your poetry Is a peach full of zest and juice For us to enjoy......10!
As we continue to endure, Because living is an art so pure, We are full of uncertainties but we can be sure We can eat the peach it is within our reach! Great poem Hazel Durham.
yes, life can indeed be merciless, voices have fallen into shadow yet we still reach for the peach, giving is part of living and the ghosts of our past keep reassuring us, yes, we are indeed special as endurance is proof positive! A wonderful poem that is deep with experience and a delightful outlook! ! !
Winter of our times is like an empty room, wonderful and wisly write, thanks for sharing the poem with us, +++++ 10
i plan to put this into my April showcase. Thanks. bri :)
Thank you so much Bri!