Choosing Poems - Poems about Choosing

I have a little malady; it feels like leprosy or maybe it just looks like it The recipient of chicken pox twice, slap cheek and now shingles, I could spend my life being irritated, angry, lamenting my fate They have not lasted five days, they have lasted five years One day I said let’s ignore them, maybe they will...

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His sloppy slipshod attitude Was picked up by both daughters His son took after his wife A minimalist who never abided a mess The son never let the hoarders into his house Losing touch with his father and his sisters Choosing neatness and cleanliness over people Just as his mother had done....

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That one final bullet That one final dagger To use on another Or to use — on ourselves (Dreamsleep: October, 2024) ...

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May we be blessed to stand in love’s all-encompassing glow… having chosen love yesterday… choosing love today… and hopefully….choosing love tomorrow…. Choosing love in the sunlight…in the rain underneath the moon…the stars…. to keep choosing love every day until love becomes exactly who we are. ...

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Hair Long to short and teeth once straight BUT now instead crooked Food made fresh, BUT now instead eat nothing, that requires me to cook it The body with an ...

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I sit in the sun vitamin D massages my bones I feel healthy loving the warmth outside my cave trading dungeon-qualities for lightness away from technology of TV or computers my cell phone inside, on silent choosing nature over stress...

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traffic is traveling in all directions I do not miss the frantic feel of driving the stress of wondering when they are going to kill me every car a potential bullet large and mean discourteous and rude choosing to stay home is an easy choice...

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Life littered with litres of distress and stress. Uncertainties certain to terminate happiness in our nest But we chose hope Darkness lingering over our lingerie in secrecy Hurts dished out in hot tempers Yet we chose hope Subjected to torture rather than nurture as though we're objects. Wrongfully wronged in places where the rights of the people should matter. Still, we chose...

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I can only wave it once so I have to envision the results entice my flowers, highlight my house or eliminate faults? My imagination has ideas that go up into the air blowing smoke in my mind, without any worry or care. the ideas are swirling around my dendrite-filled brain. I always wanted a pterodactyl, and a pink whooping crane. My...

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Sheila was careful about choosing lunch for his pet. It had to be colorful and lively. He liked chasing them around his cage a few laps and feeling their fear, before he gulped them down in one giant gulp. She looked over the mice. One of them was particularly pretty, a caramel color. She chose him. she fed jake...

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between cow or goat I would choose goat loving my horns using them to toss away my enemies between tree or rock I would have a problem I love them both especially cottonwoods and mica between life and death I would choose life because I believe death is really more life just a better one between kitchen and bathroom I would choose kitchen cinnamon rolls, mashed potatoes, chili, meat loaf...

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As darkness falls And the monsters creep out, I have a moment left to ponder Argue, scream and shout. It’s been so long for me now To feel a calming deep inside, But I’m sick of running from myself And I’ve nowhere left to hide. The sun will rise on me today With the glow on my skin, the warmth in my heart, A...

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I choose to sing a gentle song in a soft ballad I find my time and place. A gentle song in peace and love I find my time and place on a makeshift stage. In peace and love in subtleties of verse on a makeshift stage a new life I create. In subtleties of verse and in nuances of lyrics a new life I create intimacy found. And in nuances of...

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Choosing a genuine leader Is a dauntingly difficult task To constitutionally ask Uninformed voters To vote their conscience. Such a practice defies science And natural common sense. That too many followers lack And where criminals hack The convoluted system With a simple leaf Of a fragile stem. It is hard to catch the thief The convicted felon, the liar or the backstabber Who lies like a hot fryer. It not...

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desire and hope ego groping elopes with fear...

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