For precious light, serene
So rarely felt or seen,
I delve into sweet Poetry,
The Arts that have no scheme,
I look for Nature’s beauty,
The peace that’s born within,
And try to hide,
From human tide,
Where only tempests win.
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A grain of sand,
But it isA ‘good will’ try,We can fill that grainWith energy, positive,And from there,Who knows, how high,We can then fly.
When I think
And the Ones,That stayed behind,The dearly, dearlyBeloved,That no longerCan be mine,All the memoriesFold overAnd they grip me,My heart tie,And my feelingsBecome painfulAnd I give myselfA cry.Oh the TimesThat are no longer,How they hurt!Those times gone byOnly Memories, fold overWith some tearsThat never dry.
Each one of us
Poetry tries to captureFeelingsAnd most of the time,Convey,The true beauty of the Soul,Helping us find love’s way.Blessed be it!Forever and a day.
Changing gears,
Slaves of the Media,We now All are,One of a kindWe travel with Expedia,To a Manipulated star.
Never found
So, kept insideTill it chocked me,But one day,Came out for air,Thin, scared and lonelyLove,Too late for prayers.Too late for tearsTo late, to even care.
A feeling
FusionTakes holdLike never felt before,You are no longerYou,You’ve leftAll solid ground,And when you doDiscoverThe other part of youYou known that Love isAll you want,As much as LoveWants you.