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The sun beams down upon the morning dew. Beauty captured by seasons passing. It's rays refuelling weakened souls. Melancholy replaced with laughing. The warmth from such a powerful source.
I spy With my little eye Something beginning with..... Love.
Anyone can write, Trust me, of this I know. Anyone alive, Can simply steal the show. All it takes is confidence, Instilled by thanks and praise. And any man or woman, Can write with ease today.
(Very quick very tired write) Punish the page Through the pen vent your rage Let it drip like blood from a knife Let it all out Let the pen scream and shout Let the ink be what saves you...
#opussweeklychallenge. #intheinterestofsavingmysoul. There once was a lad named Flynn. Who's whole world was put in a spin. When he first saw Kim's face. Such beauty and grace.
It's the little things I really miss; Of course the headlong, deep and passionate kiss But perhaps even more so, the peck on the cheek As he flops down beside me on the sofa, spontaneous and sweet.
Two Rose. In harmony. From their beds,. Chose. To see the day. As a possibility. Rather than a. Disability. Dragging them down. Into earth. They ate good food. Drank rain. Gave birth. To two.
It hurt when you left. It hurt so very much. I know that you're gone. But I miss your gentle touch. I'd cross the oceans. One through seven. Just to get. your taste of heaven. I miss your lips.
You can see. What we could be. If only you opened your eyes. And saw me. You can see. What we could be. You opened your eyes. And told me. You saw. What I wanted us to be. You opened your eyes.
#acrostic #fictional Resigned to the truth, Evidently I have the proof, Secured feeling has vacated, I'm left with my heart emaciated, Giving up was never an option, Now Im left with a venomous...
Opening the gates We welcome you Don't be scared, I know this is all new Welcome to Opussia A land for beautiful words It's peaceful and tranquil Can you hear the birds.
Dear Monday, How did you get here so fast. Surely, the weekend was built to last. Hazy, lazy, sunny days, Now seem...so far away. The sun still shines, The blue sky...
All I want is to be heard, Just once, and be heard well. Instead I have to scream and shout, Instead of talk, I yell.
The time has come, once again, To stress and sweat and toil.. Tiresome days and all that pain, To sow my seeds into the soil.. A year long of books and facts, Each day there's something new..
Gone are the days. The mystical ways my mind would play. The inspiration I would find from a topic on my mind. The kind way my brain would relay a message. The relationship of a related heritage.
To celebrate a milestone. Seems quite the thing to do. And why not, it's rather special. To have penned a hundred or two. But then there is the difficult choice. What to write to make your mark.
Limerick. Firefly. Message in the sky. Reminder of days past. Memories all smashed. Don't ask, I don't know why. Haiku. Firefly flies so high. Like lightning in the night sky. That dance all around.
Moon gather your stars to hear my chant And bind the spell that I will now plant In the sand a circle I drew In this circle a candle I lit for you Let this light make my heart lighter Let this...
A face seen so vivid to the eyes. One can not just look away. As I take my first step toward it. I then pretend to ignore it. Alas it's beauty I can not keep. If taken another step it might flee.
Eyes will drip, mouths will speak, Eyes will cry, hearts will sneak. Hearts will hide but eyes will peek. At first glance, the future looks bleak.
A nice quote if you love dogs like I do. “A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water logged stick will do just fine.
Dear Angel, How I miss you each day and night, The angel that you are, just had to take flight. Without you I'm blind, you are my light. When I think about you, I just have to write.
SHe lets me listen, when she moves me, Words are not like other words She takes me, from under my arms She plants me, in a distant cloud And the black rain in my eyes Falls in torrents, torrents She...
I think the French put it nicely When they address the plague, Fear 'Peur' goes with the verb 'Avoir' Their intention oh so clear.