A gift from its people,
A torch in her hand,
All is betrayed now,
Eyes full of sand,
Political Pirates,
Have strangled this land.
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Like the Sea, Poetry
Bold, Beautiful and Brave,You fill my heart,Tear me apart,With you I soar,Want nothing more,Than to be at your side,I fear the day,You may not stay,For you’re my joy, my pride.I’ve gone thru life,Passionately,But always being yours,Have wanted very little more,Than to be at your door,You are the living soul in me,The passion I adore,Oh please…
Tortured by the Past,
Time passes so fast,It’s then that we realize,That every day we’ve had,Was a precious present…
Stop Time!
Love has no end,Defies time, is healing,Ever blooming,Like a new rose in the sun,The queen of all hearts,A song deeply felt and sungIn harmony with Life,As long as you can love,You are forever young.
Maybe, I write too much
Maybe,I waste my timeBut I don’t belittle,Or try to harmIn any way,With what I say,It’s just that PoetryIs my deep passion,In a very special say,I write to liveAnd I live to write,I suppose that LoveHas always been that way.
I have no one with whom to share,
My likes, dislikes, my doubts, my cares,The few I know, they just don’t care.Along the Riverside, I walk,Preferring, mainly not to talk,Ideas that ponder in my head,Yet, Silently I go ahead.Alone, beyond all human reach,Nothing to learn, nothing to teach,A Cold Wind blows just up ahead,As Silence folds its empty head.
Writing is my passion,
Music to my ears,Part of me is song.When I write a poem,I am never aloneIts tears are my tears,Its images, my smilesAnd the feeling of loveIt gives me,In me, never dies.