Maryanne Richards

Rookie - 104 Points (1939 / New Zealand)

Maryanne Richards Poems

1. Who Am I 1/22/2014
2. Looking For Me 1/23/2014
3. Death 1/24/2014
4. Where Is The Joy`` 1/25/2014
5. Adam 1/26/2014
6. When One Has Love. 2/1/2014
7. Alone 2/1/2014
8. Children 2/1/2014
9. Memories 2/1/2014
10. The Garden 2/1/2014
11. Why Do We Hurt 2/1/2014
12. Love 2/1/2014
13. Life 2/20/2014
14. Betrayal 3/14/2014
15. The Matter Of Fact 5/21/2014
16. Freedom 7/18/2014
17. Struggle And Pain 2/1/2014
18. He Was Old And Bent 2/1/2014
19. Listening 3/25/2014
20. Renewal 5/21/2014
21. Bondage 2/20/2014
Best Poem of Maryanne Richards

He Was Old And Bent

He was old and bent
And way past his prime
But those who knew him
Thought he was fine.

He was sharp and with it
Some of the time,
Not that he knew it
Or the creeping decline.

As the mind was laid bare
One was able to see,
What was left of a life
Lived with struggle inside.

Those that just met him
Could quite clearly see,
Something was missing,
Replaced with dispair.

The question is this,
What has happened to man
And the brain of mankind,
That can fly to the moon,
Yet not know
Of the mystery beyond.

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Death is in the birds that fly
And in the morning sunrise
Together life and death abide.

Silence is the death of me.
That silence without a centre
That does not know,
Is attached to nothing
And does not compare,

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