Best Poems

“The Hill”

People may try to glorify war,
But it is death, and nothing more.
The screams, the gore, the gnarled limbs,
The loss of life, hell chiming in.
When the mines cough, legs fly off,
The screams of war, the blood our chore.
The blood that was spilled to take that hill,
The people that we shot and killed.
All for a hill, with no life of its own.

“Hijo de la Luna”

The moon was big and bright that day,
The boy watched her from far away.
He made a promise to himself,
To love the moon,
His heart did swell.
As he grew into a man,
He realized he would need a plan,
And so love indeed beat out fear,
The man whispered into her ear.
On one night, oh, how it was wild,
The moon told the man she was with child.
The man grew joyous, then morose,
Started crying, uncomposed.
The moon realized then what was wrong,
And so too she then cried along.
For like the moon can’t grip a gun,
How ever would she hold her son?
The thunder brays, the lightning cries,
To honor the day the moon’s heart died.

“The Love That Cannot Be”

She walks with a polished beauty,
Graceful, sweet, with a glowing hue.
She loves life, and all its joys,
This I know to be very true.
She has a golden heart,
Cares for her people, of which I was one,
Acceptance lies there, too,
One day she'll find her place in the sun.
And though positivity remains,
A growing darkness, only I can explain.
For I love her, and she loves me,
But ours is a love that cannot be.

“Home”

Maybe you will break my heart, and maybe you won’t.
Incandescent, effulgent, you are uncertain, evanescent and fleeting.
One thing is for sure.
Your heart is kind,
Beautiful, like a cherry blossom,
Open it up, and you will be mine.
Sitting by the fire together,
Sipping wine, becoming cozy,
You make me feel the way I do
When reading a superb novel,
My heart, cleansing itself.
I hold you in my arms,
Kissing your lips
Your neck,
Your soul.
We are naive,
As only those in love can be,
And I cherish every moment.
But,
I haven’t met you yet.