Haiku- life's irony

The irony of life is

Death, the beginning of a new life

We all end to rise.

No second troy

A poem by William Butler Yeats

Why should I blame her that she filled my days

With misery, or that she would of late

Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,

Or hurled the little streets upon the great.

Had they but courage equal to desire?

What could have made her peaceful with a mind

That nobleness made simple as a fire,

With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind

That is not natural in an age like this,

Being high and solitary and most stern?

Why, what could she have done, being what she is?

Was there another Troy for her to burn?

Success and hope

Writers Quote-  A poem about success, getting there and staying there. 

When you sleep with sorrow

And wake to happiness

And wake to foes

When you sleep with friends

When the tables have turned

And your decks been shuffled

And the smiles on their faces

Inverted with awe

Then success has come

And success is yours.

When you are hopeless

Ruined by the road side

And drenched in sweat

And nobody will look by

You scream for help

But only in your mind

And you're filled with sorrow

But soothed with pride

Know that success will come

And it will be yours

When success has come

And you lavish in it

And you drive past one

Who has been ravished from it

And you remember your brakes

And you offer a lift

In him you see yourself

You help him to success

So that if you fall in your sleep

He will wake you to your feet

Now success is yours

And forever will be.

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People

This is another short poem by me. About friendships.

Distance can change alot, 
Close to them but you feel so far, 
Sometimes I wish they can hear my thoughts, 
Or understand silence, 
Because it speaks alot. 

Man is so greedy, 
even with thoughts, 
Don't care how you feel, 
Not minding their words, 
What do I think , 
Why don't I talk alot, 
It's because the things that I think, 
can separate us. 

We've come a long way, 
I don't want out of this now, 
I'll be your friend till death, 
I hope you choose the same.

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Storm- nature's gift

The lightening strikes, 

The people shudder, 

The thunder roars, 

Such beauty that lies, 

Seen by the bravest of eyes, 

who walk out the dark, 

And look to the sky. 

The Windows open, 

The soft breeze blows in, 

Whispers a little,

Whistles a lot, 

We don't mind its trespassing, 

But hate the damage it's caused, 

We rudely close the windows, 

And admire the storm, 

enjoying the cold and music, 

that mother nature has brought. 

No matter how bad we've been, 

she shows us her love, 

she would block out the sun, 

and rock us to sleep, 

the love of a mother, 

is nature's best gift

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