And We Were Healed Poem by Charles Lara
And We Were Healed
We waited to be saved
and made sure
that every living thing
we came across
we showered it
with love and peace
and anything that makes
White angels sing
and God clap for more
and faith showed off a little leg.
The drought was over
and earth replenished itself
with a long cold
glass of draft beer.
Hunger became morbidly obese.
The insane became sound
and poor broken people
saw the light
and they were healed.
The meaning of life
Was found inside
a fortune cookie
and we read it
over and over again.
A perfumed rain
became a morning ritual
of turning things
becoming truth
So winners did
not need losers anymore
To feel like winners
because that game was over
Like death & agony
It was obsolete
So the old made love again
Under the neon stars
Dreams were on video
For all to open and see
Jealousy lost fear and the path
That was once quicksand
Became guiding crystal
And nothing was lost or thrown
Away for death was pro-life
We sighed at the times
for peace was our souls
And we were all healed
a great topic but not exploited fully for it to really shine charles.
this poem is so deep and though it speaks of death it's filled with so much life
*Death is a sweet symphony when it ‘s right* I think those are my favorite lines.. It makes you stop and really wonder when is death right? When you've lived a long life? What if it's a horrible...wouldn't death be right at an early stage in order to take you away from the pain...or if you're a small child with an illness that no one could cure...would death be right then? If you're 90 years old and you're lived your life to the fullest, is death right then? That's why I love those lines...It really makes you think. There is no right or wrong answer
Wow, thats' really a awh-inspring poem I so agree with everything, you said...
I am sorry but this is a awful poem. It is so mean! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1
it was sweet and onest i beleve that death is a moster but if thars one thing rong its that death is never on vk.
it was sweet and onest i belev that deathis a moster but if thars one thing rong its that death is never on vk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/15/2025 7:24:50 PM # 1.0.0
ok this is kind of emo it has something to do with death but nothing to do with a brother