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On the Window I draw my heart, the place where you belong, I watch as it cries, it weeps for you and sings a mournful song. Tis many years since you sang for me and my smile shone in your eyes.
I knew at first from when we met How deep I was over my head. You, smokin' hot from head to foot - The deepest stirrings soon took root.
It's easy to say "I love you" It's not hard to think it too But how often is that thought true Not just a thought that's lied.
Love this song/poem - the words are so true The Rose Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed.
18 years we've been together, And although It's not always been pleasant weather, We made a promise and set our sails, To forge ahead through all the gales.
#ShakespeareInspired Love's not which alters when it alteration finds, It grows like vines and all around you binds. Together intertwined you always are, and any forced removal always leaves a scar.
Preparing for a Midsummer Night's Dream themed party, I've been reading the text and reminding myself of how amazed I am at Shakespeare's use of language.
Alone and bemused Tragically confused As if I'm being used Or maybe I'm accused .
If you've nothing to hide You have nothing to fake, Nothing to fear, And so giants will quake. Mountains will bow, Valleys rise up To meet your commands, No, nothing's too much.
My sea of inspiration is running a little (a lot) dry, I sit with Opuss in my hands and all I can do is sigh.
Somtimes people ask me why I write That it's weird, and call me strange they might So what I say right to their face With as many emotions as I could place Is "Writing is what I like to do And did I...
Here's a challenge then: Let's see what 4 line poems you can come up with using only the top line of the keyboard. QWERTYUIOP The fact that you can make "Pure Poetry" should be an inspiration.
Your legs are all achey. Your backs pretty sore. Your arms are all tired. Your feet are red raw. Your headache is thumping. It makes you feel low. You need to de-stress. In the bath you shall go.
WARNING: NOT NICE...
There a few things you should know,. Like how to survive flying through snow,. As bitter wind bites your face,. While tough wings beat at a steady pace,. Your gloved hands grip tightly,.
I enjoy my food but can't stand fish It really is my least favourite dish. Slimy and scaly, brought in by a boat. Little sharp bones get caught in my throat.
Please can you take my breath away... Please can you help me. I cannot stay. I'm falling weaker, I'm breathing slower.. Depart me from this agonising pain forever. Tell me. Do you have any empathy.
I've just stumbled across the following quote... "Poets have been mysteriously silent in the subject of cheese" G. K. Chesterton So I thought maybe we should have a challenge to remedy this.
Always thinking of you, Yet I don't know what to think. Always wanting to see him by chance, But looking away when he glances back.
You'll find no sadness in this post For now at least I'm your happy host Welcome to my smiley face Please come in,your presence please grace I know my poems are up and down One day mad and next day...
I'm sorry for the way I behave. Tried hard to please you but I'm no. Slave. I need to do things for myself. Before it ends and I'm left on the shelf. Still young enough to start anew.
I hear the thunder in the distance boom It's echoes jump and bounces through the room I watch as the lightning falls to strike The beautiful aounds and striking energy Whats not to like.
Summer, winter, fall, spring, Whatever the weather You always hear them sing. Swirl in your sheets, As their songs fill the air, With different greets.
B eauty hidden under wraps. E verybody hides an angel. C ocoons flake then collapse. O pen up, true self enabled. M oving on and embracing new. I t's part of life, right on cue.