Weekly Poetry: A Graduation Poem and More

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR GRADUATION

Congratulations on your graduation,
Opening a door not easily reached!
Now go through it: on the other side
Great mountains become hills, and then just fields
Rolling eastward towards a rising sun.
All now is success and celebration,
The music of deeds done and barriers breached.
Underneath, uncertainties still glide
Lean and hungry as the sweet day yields,
And golden moments through your fingers run.
The rock on which you stand is your creation,
Illustrating what your teachers preached
Of learning and the provenance of pride.
Nor need you fear the wind, as knowledge shields
Such as earn it from what storms may come.

FRIENDS IN HIGH SCHOOL ARE FOREVER YOUNG

Friends in high school are forever young.
Unchanged, they’re where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays,
The time remains a field of wistful grace
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part:
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.

I LOVE YOU WITH ALL I AM

I love you with all I am
And all I’ll ever be.
You are my moon, my sun and stars,
My earth, my sky, my sea.

My love for you goes down and down
Beneath both life and death,
So deep it must remain when I
Have drawn my last faint breath.

Holding you for months and years
Will make Time disappear,
Will make your lips my lips, your face
My face, your tear my tear;

Will make us one strange personage
All intertwined in bliss,
Not man or woman, live or dead —
Just nothing — but a kiss!

I WOULD NOT ASK YOU TO FORGET

I would not ask you to forget
How I’ve betrayed your trust.
I’m asking, though, that you forgive
Because I feel I must.

I can’t just let our friendship go
Nor let this silence last.
I know I can’t undo what’s done,
But, please, let past be past.

Let my mistake be memory
Where you may keep your pain,
While I annihilate this thing
I’ll never do again.

And let us once again renew
A friendship that is real:
Limping, yes, but still alive,
With wounds that time can heal.

A FATHER AND A DAD ARE NOT THE SAME

A father and a dad are not the same:
One can be a dad and not a father,
Or one can be a father and not bother
To earn through love the more endearing name.
Some find fatherhood a bit too tame,
Leaving all the details to the mother,
Or dumping the sweet burden on another
Man with just a passing twinge of shame.
You have been our dad so many years
That you’ve become the landscape that is home,
The mountain that we look to from afar.
No matter where we go we’re not alone,
For you remain within to still our fears
And be the word that tells us who we are.

CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS SHARE AN INNOCENCE

Childhood sweethearts share an innocence
That, if they marry, lasts them all their lives,
An early sacrifice that makes no sense,
Save that something beautiful survives.
There is the sense that angels would do this,
A rightness like a rock before the sea,
A hunger for a symbiotic kiss,
For love as pure as it was meant to be.
And so it is for those who make that choice,
Who dare to love so faithfully and long
That each becomes to each a second voice,
Transforming merest moments into song.
How beautiful first love! Yet better still,
A love for life sustained by wish and will.

THE SUNLIGHT IS AS PASSIONATE AS FLOWERS

The sunlight is as passionate as flowers
Bordering the sidewalk of a song.
Clouds shape its golden apertures for hours,
Shifting with each breeze that comes along.
The day becomes a mustard-colored sunbeam
Falling through the window of your smile.
Mystical sensations, headed downstream,
Sit upon your windowsill awhile.
How beautifully the choir of the mountains
Sings to its rapt audience of blue!
As dancing down a corridor of fountains,
We toss in coins and make this wish for you:
Long may you love the loveliness of Earth!
And celebrate with joy your day of birth.



Source by Nicholas Gordon

Fahad Hameed

Fahad Hashmi is one of the known Software Engineer and blogger likes to blog about design resources. He is passionate about collecting the awe-inspiring design tools, to help designers.He blogs only for Designers & Photographers.

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