The heart so often lives,
We need much more than purple rain,
The peace, Poetry gives.
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Say my name,
Smile at me,So I can feel,What heaven’s like,Then hold my hand,So I can understand,Why I was born,Then bless my eyes,So I can see you,And love you,Until I die.
A friend will lend,
To help you mendYour pain.A friend will come,And hold you handWhen there’s nothingTo gain.A friend will listen,Give advice,And help you understand,The World is not a happy place,If all alone you have to faceYour Problems, small and grandWithout the helping graceOf a friend’s warm holding hand.A necessary blend,Of good and frank advice,Sincere love, warm protection,A deep…
Poems are little stories
Capturing the essenceOf what we have to say,But at the same timeWe find feelings,That bring storiesTo life,Thus giving birthTo written mirth,Alleviating,Troubled heartsAnd sometimes,Giving Life a push,In ReachingFor the stars.
Funny the things that thrill us,
That become part of our existence,That we put up on a throne.Funny how we meet them,In a book, a film, a poem,There we find our Heroes,Made of dreams, not flesh and bone.Funny how we idealize,What we cannot be,Always wanting to be more,Than our reality.
I’m tired of being lonely,
Of just drifting along,In this world of disgrace.I’m tired of being lonely,Of not seeing your face,Of walking alone,At a much slower pace.I’m tired of being lonely,In a World, I don’t know,A grain of sand in the ocean,A footprint in the snow.
It’s clean,
It gleamsWith an ethereal light,It singsA song that is sincereWith feeling’s might.What do I hear?What is this light?A poet dear,Just wroteHis sweet, ‘goodnight’.