Poetically written,
But when it happens
And I’m poetically smitten
With feelings that are written,
Forever in my heart,
That poem stays
And each time I read it,
In heavenly rapture,
My heart sways.
A sort of love-story,
Like when someone prays.
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Music in my head
Transferred into words,I’m coming homeA pleasurable giftI’m not alone!Even now,That Autumn colorsFade away,Music and I,HopefullyWill still haveSomething beautifulTo say.
Now that you’re gone,
Where can I run?For Sorrow,With its silent gun,Has even stolen,The light of the Sun.
Drowning in the deep hollow chambers
Where there are no contenders,Just unhappiness,Life seems like a shadow,That travels back and forth,Darkness, a step awayFrustration, of course.No where to go,No where to stayAnd this drowning Silence,That rivets you away,That chokes a little more,Each passing day.Gone are the smiles,That with you one day,We shared together,Like children at play.But Life is not easy,Solitude less,Love is…
Who invented Poetry?
In order to honor themAnd say, ‘I love it, so! ‘Who invented love?I think that now I knowThose who wrote, Poetry,So happiness would flow.
Let me embrace you
Those you’ve never, ever heard,Those I’ll write only for you,Those by love enflamed, that surgeCome from inner depths to light,Only Love saves, Love is Life.Let me embrace you,Hold you tight,Love you intensely,To all height,Keep you safe from all distress,Love you more with each caress!Deep, true Love is all that counts,Love all obstacles, surmounts,Hold my hand,…
A book in a nutshell,
That’s what Poems are,In our lives, welcomed guests.