Heather P Wilson (England)
Poems by Heather P Wilson : 65 / 251
Care And Share.
Will we ever live in a world
Where compassion and care
Rank top of the pile,
Where each help the other
And do it in style? .
This could then be spread
Without even a please
So all were reassured
And put at their ease.
No-one left all alone
To struggle and strive
All would find pleasure
In just being alive.
If I had the recipe
I`d bottle it soon,
Send it on the four winds
To be beamed by the moon.
This is all wishful thinking
Although I dreamt it was not,
While so many survive
With the little they`ve got.
Heather P Wilson
Submitted: Monday, June 25, 2012
Poems by Heather P Wilson : 65 / 251
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The perfect poem/prayer for humanity. Beautiful.
The way the words fall together is exquisite. I love the structure and rhyme in this poem. If only it could be so.
if you find the recipe, i'll cook it!
All great accomplishments begin with dreams! Beautiful poem Heather.
This is all wishful thinking
Although I dreamt it was not,
While so many survive
With the little they`ve got.
loved the easy style....great message / context
simple fluid and pointed, , , , hallmarks of great poetry
:)
A fantastic poem, one day maybe the world will be normal.
A beautiful flow to your poem as always.
If I had the recipe
I`d bottle it soon,
Send it on the four winds
To be beamed by the moon.
this is something too lovely :)
Heather, Your great riches lie within your heart, ever so caring. Perhaps, some day in some Utopia
these things shall come to pass. Beautiful thoughts
Good one Heather - wouldn't that be great, so we'll just keep on dreaming.
I know what it's like, I was left alone by my
so called best friend, read my poem call, My
Ex Best Friend, see for yourself what that man
did to me.