Eagle Poem by yoonoos peerbocus

of course dying CAN be difficult. ask the person who had an elephant step on his/her chest ever-so-gently and THEN increase the downward pressure ever so slooowwly over a period of an hour until breathing ceases to be possible for the 'victim'! but, in another sense, dying IS easy compared to facing certain realities of living. that's one reason i wouldn't mind dying. BUT not by an elephant, though it WOULD be interesting! bri :) to MyPoemList

in this poem also [i've a previous comment, below], there is a period, followed by no space. i think you DO want a period.....with a nice space following it. WHAT IS THE TRUTH ONE IS BORN WITH? ? ? ? **** that i want to read about in a clear poem. **** i see YOU have properly place the with where it 'belongs', not at the end of a sentence (as i put it) ! ! you wrote: ....but truth with which you are born... bri :)

Its own eminence! ! Thanks for sharing.

You have been successful in getting your mission fulfilled of garnering comments A poet must be sought after to be recognised if deserving You aim high Sir, may you get a NOBLE PRIZE. if only one gets by being VOTED God bless read others poetry and thank each one for their time spent on listening to your REQUEST If you want an ovation... Well you are WONDERFUL But dying is not easy all want to live still even as they are so ill. Last journey of a RIVER OF NO RETURN of which we all are one. Sorry if I have been too sharp for you

Very beautiful work dear Yoonoos. To fly upon the wings of an eagle is such a beautiful desire, very nice flow and message expressed here. tfs

If I read this poem, a year ago... I would not have understood it. After experiencing the pain of loss... I fully understand what's in these words. Its like a mix of emotions, hard to explain yet you feel it and its very important too. This is very familiar to me now. Thank you so much Yoonoos. Simple but deep poem.

in the close human woods my God, I seek..........unique. Thank u, dear poet. anjandev roy.

Great write. Colourful thoughts on the journey under the wings of faith touching everything with hues of heaven....Thank you dear poet friend

you could fold me in your wing of faith touching every thing with hues of heaven but in vain in the close human woods my God, I seek... Fantastic...poet awesome..