Charles Lara

And We Were Healed - Poem by Charles Lara

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

Comments about And We Were Healed by Charles Lara

  • (12/15/2008 7:33:00 PM)

    Wow, thats' really a awh-inspring poem
    I so agree with everything, you said...
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  • (9/12/2008 4:59:00 PM)

    I am sorry but this is a awful poem. It is so mean! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1 (Report) Reply

  • (7/26/2008 10:52:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • (7/26/2008 10:51:00 AM)

    it was sweet and onest i belev that deathis a moster but if thars one thing rong its that death is never on vk. (Report) Reply

  • (7/12/2008 8:00:00 PM)

    Sweet poem, strange name but i works (Report) Reply

  • (6/8/2008 4:26:00 AM)

    ok this is kind of emo it has something to do with death but nothing to do with a brother (Report) Reply

  • Aisha Love (4/19/2008 7:20:00 PM)

    i love your use of personification (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (4/4/2008 9:34:00 AM)

    a great topic but not exploited fully for it to really shine charles. (Report) Reply

  • (3/24/2008 4:30:00 PM)

    this poem is so deep and though it speaks of death it's filled with so much life (Report) Reply

  • (1/29/2008 9:18:00 PM)

    *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 (Report) Reply

  • (1/27/2008 9:53:00 AM)

    this is an intense poem....very nice means so much (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2008 2:43:00 PM)

    you poem is really good. i understand what you saying. (Report) Reply

  • (11/27/2007 6:43:00 PM)

    death is good with cheeze mmmmmm (Report) Reply

  • (11/21/2007 1:33:00 PM)

    I fully understand what the poet is trying to convey. We should see death as an apostrophe that never negotiates with any one, no matter how much you want to avoid it, we all have to die some day. (Report) Reply

  • (10/10/2007 11:48:00 PM)

    interesting writing style. i didn't quite catch it, but to each his own. i thought the message was well sent, though. (Report) Reply

  • (5/10/2007 7:02:00 PM)

    it a good poem
    i like it alot you put alot into it
    love Kat
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  • (5/2/2007 2:25:00 PM)

    this is so beautiful, i absolutely love it. (Report) Reply

  • (1/9/2007 9:01:00 AM)

    i understood most of the poem, but found some problems with certain parts. all in all i thought it was an awesome read. (Report) Reply

  • (4/30/2006 12:11:00 AM)

    Interresting tribute to your brother.. I lost my sister too. 'Death has no direction'
    my sister commited suicide.. nothing is more tragic than an early death. You expressed it well.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, January 5, 2009

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