Someone or something,
Very, very much!
Of Love,
Never enough,
After all,
Love is the only
True happiness
That life
Should Be made of,
Only Love,
Is ours to take
And give,
And thru Love,
We live.
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Skunks,Pity!But hold onAmericans,If you don’tSee the Truth,Of the manipulationSo inept, by someDon’t be surprisedIf the worstIs yet to come!
I never did,
That deep fulfillment,That sometimes love can give,Making the Earth rounderAnd all around it live.I never had it, did I?The warmth within your hands,That thru touch would introduce me,To non-existing lands.I never even knew you,That you might understand,That my love for you,Was like the trickling,Of the hourglass’s, sand.And still I love you to this dayEven if…
To be a Poet
Gales of emotion,And then you blow it!And people know it.Sensitive to almostEverything,When you’re going to cave,You know it,Exaggerating everything,Thru the colors of feelings,You want to touch Ecstasy,Thru worded rainbows of Fantasy,And you show it,And people know it.Yes, believe it or not,It’s hard,To be a poet.< br>To be a Poet.
Sometimes,
Of life,Inspiration calls,A poem vibes,Harmonizes insideBegging, HopingTo be born!And if that blessed momentDoes occur, does arriveThe inner starsOf inspiration,Feel such a welcomedSensation,All explodes in adorationOf this fluid, ardent Art,Born, from overflowingLove,That Poets cannot hide.
Watching flowers on a tree,
Dreaming of a better WorldThe idealist sees evil blurred,Loving all there is to love,With olive branch,Flies the white Dove
I never thought,
The way that I now do,I woke up to an empty room,And desperation too.Not knowing what to do,Not knowing what was going on,Or if you would return,I closed my eyes,And wandered on,Knowing,My life was through!