Conceiving the deepest feelings,
That artistically may thrive,
As consolation,
For the love that is gone,
As a poetic drive,
That to paradise and contentment,
Will never again arrive.
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Pushed by the Winds of Inspiration,
A poet strives for perfection,Trying to artistically unfold.
Such passionate Beauty,
When set into Poems,Goes further than, dare,Beware of this Tempest,That’s written right there,To heights it may take you,Emotions that scare.These words are like magic,A loving fanfare,Of Oceans, Emotions,That go everywhere.Few ever have everAttained such great heights,Some Poems, howeverAre larger than life.
Where did time go?
No more to and fro,As if we never were,Like a come and go,That finally endsTragically.Gone are the sunsets,That kissed the sea,The love, the light we knew,You and Me.
Up until now we’ve been different!
Giving opportunity and well being,To so many who came our way,Defending, Liberty and Human Rights,Correcting past mistakes,Using equilibrium even at very high stakes.Now,All of that has changed!‘You didn’t build that’‘I will tell you what to be,What you can or can’t have in misery,I, I, I, Me, Me, Me’A true Nightmare, not a fantasy.And furthermore,A treasonous…
I am content
JustDon’t you dare!Take my dreams,Away!That,SomedayMany will be good,Kindness understood,Hate will be buriedAnd buried, Stay!
We look at the sky,
We speak to the sky,Praying someone will hear,The blue of the sky,Keeps us safe from all fear,The gray heavy clouds,Announce storms that are near,The sky seems so real,Yet it’s but air and light,A constant mirage,Be it day, be it night,Could Life be that way?An illusion blue-gray,The cold Autumn Wind,Will just carry away.