Still Waters
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Annie Lang on Unsplash
image by Annie Lang on UnsplashO be not lulled by placid sea
nor lapping waves
of harmony
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.
Brillig Lost, and Found
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by casey horner on Unsplash
How have we been
reduced to this?
A pound of pain,
an ounce of bliss.
Life’s bloom is off
the wilting rose.
Our goose is cooked,
and so it goes.
Sisters Weekend
image by Priscilla Du Preez
It started with Moonlight
and Valentino and candles,
with life rushing by
us, eroding our
edges too fast.
Winding Down: A Window Pane on Parting
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Mosoianu Bogdan on Unsplash
We sit.
She, burgundy chair.
Me, blue leather sofa.
Like so many times
before, days of yore.
She used to watch me,
claim me, eyes love-lit.
I’d blush. You’re staring, Mom.
But I put up with it.
Hold Fast to Hope and Fireflies
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Warren Wong on Unsplash
I used to have a firefly inside me,
a certain spark against the dark of night,
her wings translucent threads of hope and dreaming,
her glow as magical as soft starlight.
A Most Creative Calling
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
Motherhood
I grew up in a simpler time,
when roles were more defined.
Perhaps I should have felt constrained.
In truth, I did not mind.
Depression: Cornering the [Black] Market
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Gianfranco Grenar on Unsplash
You don’t understand me,
he said.
No one knows
of the suffering
stored in my soul.
Taking Back the Knack
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Dingzeyu Li on Unsplash
I think I may have lost the knack
that surely was my stock in trade
in days gone by. The years have made
me less adept. I’ve gone off track.