Ryan Lee Morris Poems

The joy comes in the morning.
Only through the mourning.
The labour pain before the birth.
The birth of the joy.
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Mistakes I made, I must let go.
Lessons learned, so I can grow.
Changes to make, that I can show.
Debts to be paid, that I owe.
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Tonight I saw a brand new star,
It twinkled in my eye.
It shone much brighter than all the rest,
As I gazed upon the sky.
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What would it take,
To make you believe?
My life's an open book.
My glass heart on my sleeve.
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The homeless man, sits on the street,
As he ponders ways to cope.
The challenges he faces seem like a mountain,
But the man holds on to hope.
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She’s brilliant, comforting and warm.
Pure beauty in it’s truest form.
Amazing, incredible shining light.
Everything about her, feels so right.
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My season has ended, and so a new one begins.
Winter's old death, turning into spring's new life.
Sleeping flowers awaken, unleashing the beauty that lay dormant.
A bitter chill, to a warm breeze.
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Two countries, both wanting peace.
From a war, that raged for years.
Both countries wanting to be right.
Both countries they live in fear.
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The grass is greener so they say.
We venture to another lawn.
We still don't water and care for that grass.
That grass will be gone.
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Thank You for Your blessings.
Thank You for Your pain.
Thank You for accepting me.
Again and again and again.
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