Burdening you it is,
all the troubles and pains
you've been dealt in life.
Heavy are they,
like chains of iron and dread,
that they weigh you down.
Though hard are the steps
on the road you take,
though difficult are the trials
you face each day,
never give up.
Hope there is to see
as you look ahead.
Dark are the clouds
in the sky,
but bright
is the sun and light.
Gaze not in the past behind,
but look onward
to the life ahead.
Hope and life
lie in the sky above,
breaking through the
storm ahead.
Alone you are not
in thr trials and change.
Around you we are -
friends,
and kin -
always to give air.
The path traveled alone
is weary and ha
A brave girl who wandered alone in the woods
met something on her green path.
It was blue, with two wings, scales on all its body,
its two eyes were full of sadness.
The girl didn’t get scared when first seeing the dragon
as it did not look menacing,
but got instead closer and asked with her sweet tone:
“O what is that makes you sad?”
The creature saw her, then spoke in a male voice:
“I am the only dragon left.”
The girl felt no capable to move at all,
petrified by the news,
for she too knew what it meant to lose all those
that had loved and cared for you.
She instinctively hugged him, the dragon accepted,
in few
(Sometimes) I wish I was a dragon by RandomVanGloboii, literature
Literature
(Sometimes) I wish I was a dragon
Sometimes I wish I was a dragon.
Soaring myself into the sky
and leave behind
all stupid human worries.
Sometimes I wish I was a dragon.
Both might and wisdom beside me
to make the world
a nice, more gentle place.
Sometimes I wish I was a dragon.
No need for money, nor to work
Just some good game
and a warm company.
At least I wish I met a dragon.
A wise and kindhearted one who would
be glad to share
his deep knowledge with me.
Between the heated sun
of summer
and the chilled winds
of winter,
lies the season
of autumn.
It be the time
when the trees
shed their leaves
with such display.
And the sun
rises and sets,
each dawn to dusk,
with splendor.
Come,
and take a ride.
See and feel
nature's change.
Come,
gather the harvest.
See and feel
winter's approach.
Enjoy the time
there is,
as we prepare
for a long rest.
What am I
to you?
What would I
be known as?
Would I be
a hero -
a villain?
Would I be called
a champion -
a criminal?
What would you
define me as
if I made
the choice,
no other
could make.
What would
the sacrifice
mark me as -
a hero; champion
or
a villain; criminal?
The chest of my friend the dragon by RandomVanGloboii, literature
Literature
The chest of my friend the dragon
The chest of my friend the dragon
is soft, scaly and warm
it’s nice to go to sleep
lulled by the beat
of his big, peaceful heart.
The wings of my friend the dragon
are elegant and fast
they bring to many lands
that no man ever
could get to reach at last.
The nose of my friend the dragon
is huge and feels comfy
it rips my tears off when
I feel too sad
then I am no more lonely.
The fire of my friend the dragon
is gentle and nice
each time we’re trapped in cold
it makes us shelter
and never does it bite.
The soul of my friend the dragon
is kindhearted and pure
but he had suffered long
‘till one day I met him
and showed what
What is hope?
Something so simple
yet difficult to grasp.
Hope is to trust
in something,
to rely
on something,
to help you
through the night.
Hope comes in
many shapes,
from many places -
most often
from where you'd
least expect.
Why give up
your fight,
only to when
hope is right
next door -
ready and waiting.
Never give up -
trust, believe,
and HOPE.
In a dream you come to me
and I hold you like a baby.
You purring loudly in my ear,
I sense that you forgave me.
I caress your head in my hand
and press a kiss upon your cheek.
I miss you my little one,
is all that I can speak.
Thank you for this flying visit,
it seems you have no time.
Your spirit brings me so much comfort,
I know that you´ll be fine.
So off you go and leave me,
one time more,
up over the bridge into the clouds,
through the cat-flap in God`s door.
12.06.2016
No matter where my life leads.
No matter what I do.
If I´m happy or feeling sad,
I´ll still be missing you.
Some days my feelings take me over.
Some days I just feel blue.
You´re ever present in my thoughts
and still I´m missing you.
My heart is now so empty
but it beats and beats anew,
until my last and dying breath.
I´ll go on missing you.
10th May 2016
There be no big city lights
or thunderous displays -
just gently rolling waves
and a soft midnight harmony.
There be no towering mountains
or deeply dug out valleys -
just ever expansive farmlands
and ripe green forests.
There isn't anything complicated
on this here Eastern Shore,
just as simple as it can be.
With the Chesapeake to the west
and the great Atlantic to the east,
our heritage was born on the water.
Thank God for this life we have -
there is non' simpler
than this here Eastern Shore.