Reach out to the lost, barren ones.
Bring light where darkness lurks.
That sparkle forgotten by flesh.
Buried deep with spoiled, ugly dirt.
Street life feeds the pain we become.
Saturated in an existence love poor.
Judged, harassed, overlooked, our families shame.
A life full of unopened and closed doors.
One by one change will begin.
As creative juices flow and take hold.
Art, music, dance, performing life.
Filling, our spirits shine full and bold.
Spirit inspired artists reaching out.
Selfish only for a need to open hearts.
Helping in a way that truly matters.
Tangible gifts that result in art.
Becky Jo Gibson
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is written to express my desire to open an organization that will bring artistic opportunities to the homeless and poor. I am still looking for people who share a passion for this and will assist me.
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Comments5
I absolutely love this poem and agree with the message and truth you are spreading with it! Keep it up! 😀
Thank you!
Great write
Thx
Welcome
Your abillity to create emotion from words is indeed a tallent that cant be taught... Either you have it or dont .. becky jo you sooo have it.... Great ink
As a poet I am so touched by your words. As a poet I long for approval from other poets especially. As a poet I am humbled by your words. As a tool for my Lord to use, I give all glory to Him. You see, I am a poet with no training. I am a poet because I was blessed with words that inspire and touch. I raise my gift to the One. To God! Good looking out God!
Thanks for your warm fuzzy hippy
A wonderful way with words, here!
Thank you so much!
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