When will it melt?
No one knows, When,
Centuries may go by,
And it may still be there,
Icebergs don’t die,
They just float in despair
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What a poem can do!
Too far reaching for words,Tumultuous feelings created,Remaining,Ever felt, ever heard.
Four walls,
PencilThat’s how I write,In the solitudeOf day and nightIn the silence,Of my tearsAnd the memoriesOf thoseThat have takenFlight,I writeNot to cave in,Not to give upBecause,I must still tryTo make,Whatever I canRight!In honor of TruthIn honor of Justice,I fightI write!
I have been to many countries,
But I knew when I first saw you,I had found my promised land.So I loved you as I love you,Now and when I have you near,Taking refuge in you dear arms,Where just tenderness, appearsWhere there is no room for tears,As you dissipate all fears.Oh to Love You, to have found you,Made my life worth so…
They say that Dreams,
Do not always come trueBut if they’re shattered, one by oneThat does destroy you too.
Searching
For the Light,I cannot,Could notFind!In desperateAdmission,Do I signThis burning truthThat cuts meTime and timeAgain!Desperately,As if it wereA new born crime!We were,Just not meantTo be togetherAnd I getThat cutting sadnessHERE!In heart and mind,As the autographs,To Never,Do I sign…
Swan,
Magic wand,Making still waters,Come alive under the sun,Graceful miracle, white purity,That glides into serenity,Romantic past, long gone,And yet, like love,Your beauty never ending,Your secret never won.