The Fall from Grace
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Eric Ward on Unsplash
When I look in and cannot hide
the emptiness that reigns inside,
I wonder what has altered me,
erasing hues I used to see.
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.
Love Sings
©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Javardh on Unsplash
Love is a shell in golden sand,
a secret in a willing hand,
a piece of beauty worth its keep,
as mighty as the sea is deep.
House Rules: Updated
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
Today I am open
to new ways
better treatment
wiser thoughts
nuanced interpretations
broader understanding
measured reactions.
Sweet Reminders
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
Of late, I have been much away from home,
not of my own design but others’ need.
The mind finds compensation as I roam:
appreciation for the life I lead.
No Go with the Flow
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Bella Huang on Unsplash
Sometimes I curl my toes
against the tide.
Immovable, I catch
a swell of pride
and ride it nowhere.
Only I hold sway.
No force of nature
spirits me away.
Choosing Hope
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Casey Horner on Unsplash
When bleakness reigns, refuse to yield,
for you were meant to sing.
Bow down your head against the storm,
then set your heart on spring.
The Love of God: Terror in Orlando
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Noah Holm on Unsplash
Religion is no bullet in the night,
no savage spewing of self-righteous might.
Truth is not verified by lifeblood shed,
nor does proof correlate with tallied dead.
On Hope
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Ronak Valobobhai on Unsplash
The cynic in me flirts with gloom
when something makes me grieve.
But I won’t let it rent a room.
HOPE is what I believe.