No Hands but Ours
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
No soul could walk this earth alone
and still emerge believing.
The fertile ground for faith is found
in giving and receiving.
Life Lessons Poems
Writing “life lessons” poems is one of the ways I connect with and learn from life. They help me move myself through the inevitable ups and downs with as much grace as possible. And what better way to find grace than in the words of a poem? Thank you for gracing me with your presence here, and don’t forget to send a request my way before using my life lessons poems. (Please include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this site is required.)
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
The Wounded Heart
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
To every heart, a wound must come;
no soul is free from this.
Some enemy or friend will deal
a blow that breaks your bliss.
“If” – For Parents of Teenagers
©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson, At The End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book
(written with a fond bow to Rudyard Kipling)
If you can keep your head and not lose favor,
When adolescence makes its grand debut;
If you can trust yourself to never waiver,
And always keep an optimistic view;
Chair, Dresser, Mirror
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
(Photograph ©2003 by Anita Schiller)
Beauty cannot enter where we do not leave a friendly space.
Poems began as empty pages, masterpieces as a trace.
Every note must stand alone before it makes a lullaby.
Every tree has greater stature viewed against a naked sky.
The View
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
At times, we look out on the world
and gain a clearer view,
but often we must fall to earth
to witness what is true.
Renewing the Vows
©1996 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri (poem only)
I almost divorced my body
a couple of years ago.
Certainly, we were separated.
Irreconcilable differences.
Flight to Freedom
Or Beating the Compromised Host Unit Blues
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetry Motel
The vertical blinds dissect
bright, broken patches of blue sky
and flowering trees of
verdant green,
color of life.
Say Oncology
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
For Tony
From now on
when I think of chemo
I will think of you