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Tender memories, so fragile and clear, revokes my heartache for you to be near. You held me up as far as the sky, but you are not here now, oh, how I cry.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
I write for the sheer joy of expressing myself. A palette of words to paint a thought. A feast for your palate adventures have brought. To have you cry with me. Or share in my laughter.
Laughter is the best medicine. Love is the message. And knowledge is the key to life. Dreams let you believe. Imagination runs your mind. And music drives the soul. Anything can happen.
She's painting skies. And kissing butterflies. She's dancing on the moon. And wishing on dandelions. She's letting the wind ripple through her hair. She's running in creeks. She's trying to fly.
What is life without breath. Without the heart that beats in our chest, Without the blood that runs through our veins, What is life. I do exclaim. What is life if not to love.
I'd love to have a talent, One like singing or dancing too. Unfortunately mines useless, And there's nothing much I can do. I can't sing or dance, Or even paint that well.
There once was a peanut who lived in a shell. Day after day, that’s where he would dwell. Dreaming of heaven: saw life as a hell. He longed for the fingers to fracture his cell.
A poem for you I wrote a poem for you, but I hid it among words. To tell you what I feel I'm nothing if not a coward.
Garden girl, You give me butterflies. You catch my eye. You capture my essence. Your beautiful hands, tending to your garden- But why do you not look after me, The way you look after all the others.
(This is my very first poem; I have never written poetry before, not even when I was at school.
With every breath it takes, try and learn from your mistakes. If you fail try once again, as only the strong will come out sane.
She keeps them in a wooden box inside a leather purse, the seeds to sow inside my head, to grow another verse.
In amongst the depth of despair, Love and hope will find you there, Hidden in the depth of trouble, Is the joy of hope in a bubble, In the tears that fill your eyes, I can sense some hope...
My life was waiting, Time escaping, Walls were closing in, My light was wasting, Mind complacent, Fools were roving in. My frights were pacing, A mind so vacant, Rules were opposed within.
My attempt at old fashioned style poem.
Good Morning. Or should that be good afternoon. Last night turned into a bit of a whiskey fuelled mission playing Street Fighter with my drummer and swearing at foxes in the street.
"Last chant" I can’t seem to find you, lost in dreams anew.
A Love is spreading round, We should open up and feel it. A love thats so profound, We could be heading to reveal it. Conceal it and we cry, We feel it most at nights.
You cannot tell me I do not understand, you can only ask and trust I will be truthful. You close your eyes to me and turn your blinkers on.
You are the fire, Burning in my brain. You are the aching heart, Bursting in my vein. You are the fountain, From which I long to drink. You are the only thought, My mind can ever think.
I have a friend who's having her baby today Tis a bit early, expected date was supposedly in May Fingers crossed, everything will be fine Coz right now she is still waiting and about to whine.
At the dusk we shall meet;. The light that fades, begins to deplete. The stars that glare, as they open their eyes. To scare away the timid sunrise. The moon that grins. Erasing our sins.
Little Red, Little Red what’s held in your hand. bags packed with cherries or sugar or cake. Little Red, Little Red what’s that on your arm.