Something owned, something lent?
Just some Magic that’s for rent?
Always searching, searching, searching,
While Life passes as hearsay,
By the time you turn around,
Everything has gone away!
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When true love appears,
Most unforgettableMoments in life,Heavens open wide,And death disappears,You feel immortalAmong the spheres,That haunt the skies,And you don’t even,Have to ever ask,Why?
Profitable?
Agreeable,Depends to whom,Fulfilling, like Love,Yes!Who are you?Take a guessPoetry!You always, Bless.
Made out of
PuppiesGlorious bitsOh Heaven,That fitSome hearts,Just like,A glove.
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.
Sometimes,
All is nothingAnd nothing is all,Emptiness, prevailsDown long empty halls,And yet!We hold on,To Life’sIncomprehensibleCallBecause Hope stillBurn eternal,In those withSensitive SoulsAs creativity playsIts saving role.
I write what I feel
Poems are my life’s delight,Words that lingerPleasant sightOnly hope,I get them right,It’s thru love that poets liveIt’s all love that poems give.