We Are All Children Searching For

Poetical works of Leonard Nimoy

Poetical works of Leonard

The two editions of poetry here are
written by Leonard Nimoy.

Yep, that one…. the Star Trek guy. The
one who played Mr Spock, a shade greener than most of us, and with pointy ears. Did you know he was not only a gifted poet but also  a photographer.

And I just want to say that I miss him.

It was one of his poems that really inspired me to write further, to extend his idea. The result is a poem/lyric with the same title as his book (see at right), written in October, 1983.

I was moved to write this because much had happened to me personally – I had matured. My own travels and friendships with people of other races and creeds were a catalyst to my understanding of who I was, where I truly stood, and how the world could be – but why it isn’t.

Nimoy describes human empathy, and how simple it really is to overcome prejudice
when you take the time to get to know people who are a little different from your own.

As a result, I can truly say that the the Earth is one country, and friendship, cordiality and peace can be achieved … I have seen it happen so many times.

I have not sought Mr Nimoy’s permission to publish here, but give full acknowledgment of his work as the source of my inspiration. His book was published by Blue Mountain Arts, August 1977. “We Are All Children Searching for Love: A Collection of Poems and Photographs”, by Leonard Nimoy. See also the link included here:


We Are All Children Searching For Love

We are all children needing and wanting
Each other’s comfort and understanding.
We are the dreamers, we are the dancers –
Life is our music and love is our song.

We are all children needing each other,
Afraid of the dark and of being alone.
Fighting back tears and the fears that would choke us,
Frightened, unsure, as we face the unknown.

Our hate and suspicion will one day destroy us;
Curiosity gone, we condemn what we fear.
We tremble with rage in response to injustice
Yet cry out and shatter the peace once so near.

We are all children, though we appear older.
One day we’re not talking, the next we are friends.
Life’s just a game played within a chalk circle –
It’s no fun alone and it’s sad when it ends.

But then, out of fear, we make war against nations,
We kill and we maim to protect what we know
From that which is foreign: the richness of strangers,
Their language, traditions – all these we disown.

But if each individual would turn from his own world
And, just for one day, become part of mankind.
Standing together, arms on each others’ shoulders,
The whole world one country, one planet, one mind…

It would then be so hard to let go of each other,
For we are all children just searching for love.
It would then be so hard to turn one from the other
For we are all children searching for love.