Poems about answer


№ 1209370

A Thousand Miles to the Answer

The hotel room smelled
Of coffee and cigarettes,
A blend that used to mean
Mornings, and
But now it just reeked of
She was running, she decided.
That would be her answer
If anyone chanced a friendly introduction
And a pleasant inquiry
As to what a young woman
Like her
Was doing in Tennessee.
She was running from
The Big Easy,
A city that held
A lot of bad mistakes
And one good one.
Halfway through her journey.
Halfway to Philadelphia, a
Where she could try to piece everything
Back together. Contemplate why
She was running from
What might have been.
It was an escape
So desperately needed, but
She knew
She would return.
The south was calling for her,
Whispering her name
In between her
Silent sobs.
One day,
She would get behind the wheel
Of her beat up, run down car
And go back
For the only thing she left behind.
A question.
A chance.
A might-have-been.

Her phone rang.
It was a question. From
The Question.
She answered with a
She didn't know. It was
Too soon.
She sighed.
Dropped the phone, watched it
Bounce across a
Very empty bed.
Grabbed her purse and felt around
Blindly until her hand found
The familiar shape
Of a 99 cent lighter and
A pack of Camels.
Went outside
To breathe in more failure.

I can't write anything
I don't know
What comes next.
Maybe tomorrow,
Coffee and cigarettes
Will smell like
A fresh start
And the first few miles
Of a long drive
To New Orleans.
But tonight, they just smell like
A question.

answer,  miles.

Author: Zoe
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1202019

The Answer is Yes

The question? Take your pick:

Do I love you like that?
Are you the woman of my dreams?
Do I want to marry you?
Do I want to spend the rest of my life with you?
Are you the best thing that has ever happened to me?

And so many more! I love you baby!


Author: Turtle Eyes
Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1196213

Where is my Answer

Red wine and telephone poles
Satisfied with the colour of the sky
Setting sights on the lines in the middle of the street
To alieve the pain of another day

Justified in the minds eye
Living in a cabin outside of town
Venturing in to gather food and supplies
Heading back to fill empty eyes

Down the street, tangled in time
The city that is too tired at night
Behind all these lines
A pocket universe, trapped alive

Happy in the pendulum
Swinging from event to event
Ever present in a different time altogether
Living a life, a life that might be better


Author: Adam Mott
Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1195923

The Answer

I am in search of something,
I ask my lord for answers.
I believe in destiny,
And that
Some prayers go unanswered.

I get down on my knees,
For I am a beggar
And a sinner with special needs
To get me through this weather.

It seems like I am made to do special things
But my calling hasn't come
I pray to my lord for a breakthrough
But I shall wait for answer to come.


Author: ArC
Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1193868

"The Answer Is With Us" (an Easter reflection)

Invisible and silent.
All from nothing.
A "being" that dwarfs a giant
But is never aging.
Original essence,
Primordial mind,
But eternally absent, one
We can never find.
For we cannot see nor can we hear
That which we believe
Is objectively clear --
The timeless mystery,
The source and summation
Of all that is.
Why do we call this “no thing”
By the name of “God”?
From the fathomless
Silence, why must we
Seek a disembodied sound?
We imagine it "up there"
But it is nowhere
To be found.
Still, we cling to it,
Like frightened children,
For we are afraid to be alone;
We are afraid to lose ourselves,
Our reason to be, and for
All our sins we must atone.
Alas, even though it is
Invisible and silent
It still drives us on,
Almost to sheer madness
And beyond.
But in the deepening darkness,
What sound do we hear?
What else is there,
When the chips are down,
But our
Blood and
Our breath
To battle the fear?
In our bitter doubt,
Will we ever find the courage?
At the end of the day,
Should we follow,
Desperate and scared,
Or should we lead?
If God is not there,
How then is it revealed?
If God is quiet, how
Will the story be told?
The answer is
With us.
We must speak, act and be bold!
When there is blind indifference
Where a vision of justice should be,
We must raise our eyes and see!
When there is a hopeless hand
Reaching out for salvation,
We must grasp the moment,
To rise above our station!
When there is a lapse
In the light we must
Become the shine lost.
So we must do that which needs to be done:
Love, listen, cry, feel, fight, lift, hold, give, and serve,
Whatever the cost.
Why do we seek the dead among the living?
Why do we bow to nothing
When we should stand for something?
God is not there...
But we are here!
We are God in the world!
This is the only God there is.
Truly, we must do this or
God within us will depart.
If we do not, God will dissolve
From our heart.
If this last faith fails then
God, our light, will die.
And there will be nothing left,
Save the silence... not you
Nor I.

answer,  easter,  reflection.

Author: Michael Briefs
Date: 23/03/2020

№ 1186115

#10word answer.

Clip art and
Badly drawn
In most cases


Author: John Edward Smallshaw
Date: 16/03/2020

№ 1184714

To answer your question

The bastard took the beauty, and it wasn't
Because he's handsomer, wealthier, or more caffeinated--
As you supposed, Christopher.

It was timing.

She was lonely.
He was there.

Chris, you were typing an email.

answer,  question.

Author: JJ Hutton
Date: 15/03/2020

№ 1184507

No True Answer

"What's it like to experience love? "

"Hmmmm, Have you had Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans? "

"Oh. "

answer,  true.

Author: Lauren Leal
Date: 14/03/2020