Edwina Reizer

Rookie - 42 Points (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Edwina Reizer Poems

121. Can We Keep Afloat? 6/5/2010
122. We Are 6/5/2010
123. Equal? 5/31/2010
124. Disgrace 5/31/2010
125. A Little Touch Of Heaven 5/31/2010
126. Enemy 6/1/2010
127. Designs 6/1/2010
128. My Mind 6/3/2010
129. Remember Me 6/3/2010
130. The Gift Of Beauty 6/3/2010
131. Mind Games 6/3/2010
132. The Wind And I 6/3/2010
133. Lovers In Love With Life 5/30/2010
134. One Unto The Other 6/3/2010
135. Someone To Love 6/5/2010
136. Birth 6/6/2010
137. Bit By Bit 6/6/2010
138. Dewdrops 6/6/2010
139. Soft Sounds 6/8/2010
140. Shades Of Gray 6/8/2010
141. The Doghouse 6/8/2010
142. The Apple Of My Eye 6/9/2010
143. Bird Flyin' High 6/9/2010
144. The Lonely Room 6/9/2010
145. Sleepless On My Pillow 6/10/2010
146. Stone 6/10/2010
147. Circles 6/10/2010
148. Envy 6/10/2010
149. Empty Promises 6/11/2010
150. All You Need 6/11/2010
151. Color 6/11/2010
152. The Elusive Hummingbird 6/11/2010
153. Sweet Melodies 6/11/2010
154. Mama, Mama You Can'T Catch Me 6/11/2010
155. Poppies 6/11/2010
156. Shadows 6/11/2010
157. Bird On A Wire 6/12/2010
158. Am I? 6/12/2010
159. Destiny 6/12/2010
160. Distraction 6/12/2010
Best Poem of Edwina Reizer

Beauty Of Life

I wonder as I look around
at all the beauty that I've found.
I've found it in the smallest places.
I've found it in the smiles on faces.
I've found it in majestic sights.
I've found it in an eagle's flights.
And as I've seen it with my eyes
I've slowly come to realize
that all the beauty that I see
belongs to you and belongs to me.

This beauty should be shared by all.
Each beating heart should never fall
Quiet, never to beat again
without the memory of where or when
it captured the sights it got to see.
For what is life?
What can it be? ...

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Once Again Poor Souls

Today is just like yesterday.There's nothing different now.
We sing. We dance. We hum a tune, but before the final bow
We recognize the sorrow. We recognize the pain.
And all the passing yesterdays still do remain.

We do not learn from past mistakes. We run from them instead.
They follow us with repeated footsteps, trampling hard like lead.
We can't outrun them though we try and then we wonder why
The rich stay rich. The poor stay poor and in the end both die?

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