Poetry,
The most creative
Language
Of them all,
Beautiful
Imaginative
And tall
Reaching for the Stars
Picking us up
When we fall.
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Thru my hands,
As gamingTreasure,Words, I playIn a most,PleasurableAnd curiousWay,They becomeWhat I thinkWhat I feelWhat I writeAnd what I say,Word games,As companyI play,Sudden flings,Inner ringsOf feelingsKeeping me alive,In spite of everything.
To love and not to have,
There is no sadder love,Than one you have to hide.To love and to have not,In pain have to decide,If life was just a game,Not really worth the ride.
I’m so bored, my dear without you,
Saying, yes, I care about you,And now things will be just fine.I’m so sad and lost without you,That all Time has ceased to be,And I only think about you,Night and Day, incessantly.What is it, that there’s about you?That compels me to insist,There’s a magic spell about you,That I just cannot resist.
My romantic, free spirit
I want you to knowThat Love is notTemporary,That when it’s truly felt,It’s like the Universe,Endless,Reproducing itself,Each moment, each secondWith every breath taken,Love reinvents Itself.
Tonight,
And day is no longer day,I will think of youAnd cry.Long ago,We were togetherIn one single breath and sighNot a cloud, no stormy weatherJust one deep and gentle smile.Yes,We only had each other,Like the sea its loving moon,We lived only for each otherHappiness,Was it too soon?Now the Night has only shadowsAnd the sea’s without its…
Who are you?
Your presence,Yet I see no face,Nor coming graceNor soul of lace,Yet, feelings raceAnd I think I know youFrom some distant place,Where Souls sometimes meetAs hearts beat, at a faster pace,Coming together,Even without ever,Being, face to face.