Oh Love, how you console,
The lonely, weeping soul,
That for you only lives,
And cannot wait,
Its never ending love,
To give.
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Poetry creates mood,
Feelings speakTo the Soul,Poetry,Makes us human,Despite, allOur bad calls,Purifying, FireFrom One to All.
Consider it extraordinary
Learning, learning, learning,Life always churning,But we must chose,The good from the bad,Consider yourself lucky,If you can.
The poetic essential
Not to missThe mark,Of the spark,That inspiredAnd lit,Your poetic kiss.
So hard to find,
But, of all thingsIt’s Love, we chose.
You talk to yourself
And out of solitude and frightA poem may be bornWith love in sight,It’s like giving birthAloneOne, cold and lonelyNight,To the child in you,That never was ableTo take flightBut in a desperate poem,Found its true Life.
All of this Life,
for Nothing,So many speciesAnd flowers and trees.When just by breathing,Our carbon footprints,Diminish,The once, everlasting,Ocean breeze.