Meaning of life Poems
Morning Hike
by Lydia Swartz
‘Higher,’ the swaying beech leaves beckon, whispering drunken enticements into
the humid morning air.
‘Come higher. Come to us!
Leave earth behind,
weight behind
yourself behind.
Come higher!’
......
Filled to the brim
by Sarah Abdulla
i am the everything that is filled by nothing,
no thoughts and no dreams nor desires.
But rather the longingness of doom
my good fortune has so hatefully stowed
upon me.
Resurrection of Death
by Kiyana Tavakolizadeh
A blind crow
Lodged in the woods
Amidst darkness
Winging its way through the blackish sky
A cursed surrounding of no delight
The Nowhere Land
The very realm of doom
Where the night is said
To seize every bloom
......
Resurrection of Death
by Kiyana Tavakolizadeh
A blind crow
Lodged in the woods
Amidst darkness
Winging its way through the blackish sky
A cursed surrounding of no delight
The Nowhere Land
The very realm of doom
Where the night is said
To seize every bloom
......
Filled to the brim
by Sarah Abdulla
i am the everything that is filled by nothing,
no thoughts and no dreams nor desires.
But rather the longingness of doom
my good fortune has so hatefully stowed
upon me.
Morning Hike
by Lydia Swartz
‘Higher,’ the swaying beech leaves beckon, whispering drunken enticements into
the humid morning air.
‘Come higher. Come to us!
Leave earth behind,
weight behind
yourself behind.
Come higher!’
......
