Goo ood thing t gs sttay stroong. A poettry collecttion by: Catherrine C.
Dedicated to my dogs, Kelly and Dakota, for always being there for me when times are hard. Dedicated to my cats, Bear and Blue, for lifting my spirits with that everlasting purr.
The season of hope Written from the perspective of a stray puppy I have nowhere to go. The wind whistles in my head, Screaming, pounding, Announcing to me That I soon will be gone Forever. He picks me up. I trot past the buildings,
He whispers to me:
Watching, just watching
"Don't worry.
The warm lights
I'll never let you go, for
Emitting from the windows.
You are mine now".
The sight keeps
He turns and walks home,
Me from letting go,
With me cradled
From giving up.
In his arms.
All the beauty in the world,
His house is small.
It's just not worth it
Warm, though, loving,
To throw it away.
With golden light shining
Although I feel I should
Through the battered windows.
Just put myself out
The sight gives me hope
Of my pain,
And faith in the boy.
Suffering And life.
He enters the house, And then a woman comes up.
I am losing hope...wait!
She strokes my matted coat,
A child is now coming.
She stares into my pleading eyes.
His nose red, his cheeks raw.
And she whispers.
He looks
She just whispers.
Just the same As I do.
"Yes."
Love is like the breeze Some say love is like the breeze, Coming and going, strong yet silent. Some say love is like a stone, Firm forever, yet dismal and bleak. Some say love is sweet, yet brief, Lasting moments but leaving inscriptions On the heart, they say, always. The people go, but the footprints not. Some say love is pointless, unwise, Making fools out of those who suffer it. Etching their souls, taking their spirits, Giving them away to someone else. I say love could be all. But there is one thing that makes it pure, Sweet, unceasing, intriguing, Something that will never change. Although it is fragile, Grows and shortens, It never completely leaves our hearts, Coming back when we most need it. Some do say love is like the breeze, Some say it is a stone. I say it is chosen, beautiful, A never-ending path guiding us to the light.
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Forgiveness
You say love Is endless?
I shunned you.
That even in
I stopped you.
The hard times
I hated you.
Love can shine
And you give
Through?
Me back pure Love?
I understand. Keep loving.
Shouldn't you
Even if who
Treat me as
You love won't
I treated you?
Even love
I don't know.
Back.
Why aren't we Through?
Life is too Short for fights
I can't keep
And arguments.
Loving you.
Love stops you
But you insist
From wasting
On winning
Time.
My heart back Now?
I would know For I have Lived my fair share Of wasted Time in this World.
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