Life’s not always,
What we want it to be,
What is given,
Is often taken away,
Violently,
One or two tears remain,
Will stay, be with you always,
Forever sadness,
Not just for a day,
Is there anything else,
For me to say?
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To feel for another,
To want to give to another,More than you would ever want for yourself,To see the sun rise in another’s eyes,To hold their hand, completely satisfied,Love you can’t explain or even hide.Oh Love, my love so great, divine,And every bit of it all mine,Oh Love, my love the rivers flowThe oceans and the winds, love blow,In…
Tar and feather
Liberal Press,So I don’t depress,And believe,All Your impossible Lies!
The generosity of Poetry
That it allows you to sayWhat you are feeling today,What you love,And even,Maybe, at timesWhat Life is all about.
When I think of you,
My imagination flies,My pulse is agitatedMy expectations rise,And I have hopesThat what never was,Could one day be!And I’m carried away,Nautically, lovinglyBy a sea of dreamsThat fit me well,And fulfill,My everlasting,Dreams of fantasy.
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.
Who decorated butterflies
A fairy from the forestWho did not want to die.Why are their wings so colorfulSo beautifully designed?Because, the Fairy was an artist,And great works of art,Will never die.