A Harbor - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Come into my open arms
and I’ll chase away your fears,
feed your empty aching need
and dry up all your tears.
To the lonely, weary traveler,
my heart’s a soothing balm;
a harbor from the storm tossed seas,
a respite and a calm.
So come to me and rest your head,
here upon my breast,
lay down your heavy burdens
and take much needed rest.
All things change soon enough
and this, too, will fade away,
the heart will mend, the storm will cease,
and tomorrow’s a brand new day.
Comments about A Harbor by Carolyn Brunelle
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- TelevisionRoald Dahl
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda