And sweet delight,
Hoping to reach
Sentiment height,
Hoping to be read,
Not just for one night,
Hoping to spread love,
Above, all might
Hoping to gift light
And for justice, fight.
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So much in Poetry is Feelings,
But I’d rather express my feelings,Than with indifference be hit
When all around us fails,
And hit the trailOf desperation and defeat?While there is still,Art, Poetry and Love,Sensitive Souls,Will still be able to standOn their own two badly beaten,Romantic feet.
We all deserve our little piece of Sky
A world we can embrace, of Art and PoetryA bit of heaven, for us all to see,Creating peace and harmony,Before we have to face,Life’s cruel reality!
What a Wonderful
To be able to expressThe Humming BirdThat sings,Within.
We humans harbor secrets,
That darkly loomInside lagoons,That sometimes are like hell.We humans cannot face things,Those things we cannot tellThat silently, remain unfreeInside each one’s, inkwell.
Limitless feelings,
Deep, living feelingsThat cannot but bless.Love is Poetry,In each life caressedDeeply, incessantly,Reaching life’s crest.You can’t help your feelingsAnd you can’t fade them out,The flame is ever living,It’s what love and poetry,Have always been about.