Category: Poems

By Maya Green Like the day being hidden by the nightThat which is hidden is well hid in the secret of secrets As selflessness is

By Maya Green Oh, my tree house, is getting smallerWhat a cruel, and untimely metaphorThe setting sun is, no comfort eitherIt’s been hot, truly an

By Maya Green The wise chooses to live, not just to existUses every moment, to the fullest there isAvoiding the ovation, or pluming of the

By Maya Green There is more to the dance of the cloudsAnd the sound of the mountain streamsOr the melody of songbirds, in the forestJust

By Maya Green The boundary between sanity, and insanityIs like the twilight moment, before the dawnNot quite the morning, but for its toneOne can’t say,

By Maya Green It was like a slow awakeningFrom a deep slumber’s slayThe waking up, was hard that morningFor it’s into a winter’s dreary dayMore

By Maya Green The Palace of Westminster, yes that very place of meetingOf the House of Commons, and the House of LordsMaking up the two

By Maya Green Sometimes life is like a crossingThe crossings of a fast flowing streamWith your toes feeling the pebblesAnd avoiding the boulders at the

By Maya Green Wherever the truth comes fromTo that side be, is where you should sideIf truth is on one side, share it with the

By Maya Green Know that the best of your friendsAre they who accept you as you areWholly and truly, sans the judging partYou’d have to