There was a time
When we were wine and roses,
But, so many times, with time
All decomposes,
We take things apart,
We take ourselves apart
We look for trouble
And we get it,
Never satisfied, Never smart
And so go so many loves,
That perhaps were doomed,
From the very start.
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I have seen the image of your grace,
Where Love lives without a face,An abstraction, a sensation,An ideal, a fascination.Long have tried to identify,This of All, strongest emotions,Difficult to quantify,To describe, abstract devotions.Love, is more than just affection,Secret life, all of its own,Thru love we attain perfection,Sometimes even lose our soul,Blending into one another,Heart to heart and soul to soul,In this world of…
Vegetating in a slumber,
No more dreamsDisappointed in Life’s cover,Things are never what they seem.
Sincere feelings
They linger on,Outdo the rest.Never tedious,Never falseAlways yours.So never lost.Of all feelingsLove’s the best,We can’t resistThat inner poem’sIrresistible, caress.
There is a sort of
Since Robert M.SmithHas gone.Poem HunterNot the same!Its luster and shinePoetic grace,Gone!Feel sort ofOut of sortsAnd sort of numb.
Embrace the sky,
Give the bestThat you can giveDonate progress.Make Love your theme,And Truth your Hope,Delight in Nature’s scene,Make others happy,Make things betterThan they seem,It doesn’t hurt to dreamSomewhere, somehow,Dreams do come true,Be a better you.
Poetry,
An impact!Something wonderful,To say,A benevolent guideLike a dear friend,That loves us,And takes our handEveryday.You have been,My Friend,Ever since I can remember,In the most kindAnd loving way,Oh bird of deep splendorA grateful tear,Surrenders,And rolls downMemory Lane,Today.