Heavy Hearted Cry

A chorus of voices,
Brought together by change,
Singing their hearts out,
Strengthened in a crowd.

Hopes for a day when,
All able will help,
But still they fight on,
Against all that is wrong.

Lending a grip
To those in need,
To those with a desire to live,
For a better future they believe.

A choir for the times,
Their message rings clear.
Let's start supporting them
In their quest to solve problems.

Four Seasons

January and February,
The summer sun beats down.
People head to the beach or out to sea,
There isn't a single frown.

March, April, May,
Autumn brings browning leaves.
People step on them for play,
Such joy this achieves.

June, July August,
Winter's wind cuts through.
People cuddle while they rest,
Enjoying the warmth and not wanting to move.

September, October, November,
Springtime is the best.
Plants begin to flower,
Giving smiles to even the saddest.

December,
The cycles begins anew.
Another burning hot summer,
Another surfer on the blue.

Brilliant White Light

A broken door that doesn't open,
A shattered window like how you left my heart,
All I wanted was some love,
But instead you just broke me apart.

I don't want to be here anymore,
This place is filled with pain,
And even though we have memories,
They're nothing but a stain.

Befriender

I would like to get to know you,
But I haven't got a single clue,
How to approach.

Your beauty makes me shy,
But I'm sure if I just try,
I could say 'hi'.

I can't help staring at your reflection,
Wishing we had a deep connection,
But sadly no.

The way you wear your hair,
Leaves me fighting for air,
You make me breathless.

Fusion

Just a quick note here,
But don't quote me;
I seem to keep thinking of a girl,
But I can't take myself seriously.

I don't know if I like her,
But she's certainly attractive;
She's smart and cute,
Not to mention her mind is creative.

As I am writing this up,
I find myself hoping that she remembers,
That small pinky promise we made,
That on Wednesday night I will take her to dinner.

In the Dead of the Night Part 2

The flames flicker,
As a breeze blows past,
Disturbing the shadows.

A bigger wind stirs,
People begin to shield,
For fear of losing their light.

They sit under the night sky,
Chatting up a storm,
To ease the tension.

The pilgrimage has only just begun,
Cold runs in the rows,
The moon shines ever brighter.