Category: Poems

Poems

Darkness

S.H. Lockhart

Darkness can be measured by the absence of light,

things vanish in presence of its sight.

It’s a feeling of not knowing your surroundings,

cannot see the color they hold.

When your eyes seem dead and scenes feel cold.

It is frightening when you cannot hear the chirping of insects or tick-tock of a clock.

People fear its presence yet, it holds a place in one’s heart.

We hide it behind, covering it with light.

Even the sun hide behind darkness when its night.

They say one experience light only in the presence of dark, their words are faithful.

As darkness is terrifying yet beautiful.

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KINDNESS

S.H. Lockhart


Kindness is present in all of us,
But the level may differ for everyone,
Some may have a half of cup,
while others may have a full of a mug. 
It can heal a wounded heart, 
And repairs a bleeding scar. 
A little kindness will leave a spark, 
Behind a person’s act of art. 
Though it doesn’t have a language, 
It can be understood by a child,
Can be seen by a blind. 
It can be heard by the deaf, 
And can be spoken by a dumb.
A simple smile with a kind vibe, 
can mean the world in other’s life.

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GLOW WORM

S.H. Lockhart


Stars shine bright high up the sky, 
spreading its light making the world so bright. 
Though they cannot vanish the complete darkness of night, 
they twinkle to show the presence of light. 
A little creature GLOW WORM just like a star, 
having a torch on its tail which sparks. 
Traveling from one place to another with its blazing tail, 
stimulating its flare burning murky veil. 
Kenning, it cannot evaporate the gloomy air, 
Faire its glow calling others from the lair. 
They all glint together lightning up the bay, 
shattering the darkness from the place they stay.

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EXISTENCE

S.H. Lockhart


Standing on square feet of ground, 
have you ever bothered to look around? 
Some are delighted, while few are dejected, 
with all kinds of thick and thin. 
We act, others watched, 
none notice to give a thought. 
People are perplexing with vivid memory, 
we often spend time in solitary. 
Respect is all for the gentry, whether they are decent or sordid.
No one even glances at Spartan yet being so splendid. 
We laugh with cheer and cry with forlorn, 
many listen to but few responses. 
There are different kinds of people with each new sign, 
some are black while others are white, 
but all are of one humankind. 
At last, we exist from the same world which is differently designed.

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MOTHER

S.H. Lockhart


A mother is the one who brought you into this world, 
she is the person who cares for you before she cares for her.
When you feel sad, she’ll be on your side,
wipe your tears with a sweet warm smile. 
She is with you in each step you take, 
Guide you to a line which you lead.
She adores seeing you joyful, 
glad when you are cheerful.

Though you hurt her and make her cry,
she never shows the pain and keeps on a smile. 
She repeats each word to make you clear,
you can’t say it twice when she couldn’t hear. 
She deserves more than she does, 
you never know what pain she goes. 
When you realize in your mind, 
there will be no time, 
she’ll be gone from the word of mine.