Rachel Lichtensteiger Poems
- The Diamond The dark burgundy rose opened its ...
- A Physical Perspective The gray clouds cross the sky As if ...
- Abuse I knew I should have said something. It killed me to ...
- The Light When I first started out The light was a muted ...
- Cope Death, a concept grasped by few But later realized by ...
- Quiet Boldness Bright splashes of color Sewn deep in ...
- Lost Generation The vibrant flower lay limp, A sign of ...
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The vibrant flower lay limp,
A sign of bitterness and grief,
For how can one live with such little hope?
The clock runs too quickly
And wins the race to death,
Yet civilization is
Crumbling before our eyes,
How can there be hope for tomorrow?
Hurt, sorrow, shame
Where is the polite etiquette,
The energy, the life of our prior selves
So beloved in our childhood?
Where did the youth of spirit go?
For are not the young old and the old young? I see no youth in those meant to be youthful.
Twinkling eyes turn clouded,
And the warmth of heart is ...