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#opussweeklychallenge. (I have no idea if this fits as a sonnet???). For her I'd walk on withered blistered feet. And fight the weather the wind and the snow. If at the end of this walk we shall meet.
You think you're so darn clever, You think, "She's met her match". You think you've fin'lly shut me out, And secured the sturdy latch.
Oh Autumn, how the trees do weep for you, Each falling leaf a tear for the cold, Torn from branches for a cause that is true, To mourn the lateness of a year grown old.
#ColourChallenge If ever there was a Wizard of Oz, that Wizard of Oz would be. Opuss. She is Old Gold. An intricately sculpted treasure from the heavens, Magnificent and shining.
Old gold runs in your inquisitive heart, The tales you tell of glories new and past, Of days and nights spent oft seeking your part, A quest for meaning goes on to the last.
#colourchallenge Light it up, my friend, Let the golden light shine through, Lighting up friendship.
#ColourChallenge #Gold The colour of the richest sun, Yet it cannot compare. The colour of the finest art, Yet it can't hold my stare. The colour of the gayest scene, Yet it can't take my breath.
#opussweeklychallenge. Your love is the air that I breath it takes me to such heady extremes. You are my saviour, my salvation, your name is engraved across my heart.
Eyes of purest green bathed in glowing gold, A fixing gaze that pierces to my heart, Warm loving arms I often long to hold, A tear shed every hour we are apart.
Twisting and shaping words and vowels Flooding out like emptying dodgy bowels. Paragraphs lining up like steps on a ladder Rhymes pouring out like a really full bladder.
You see me, You hate. You hurt me, You slate. I see you, I growl. I pinch you, I foul. You rate me, You judge. You forever, Hold a grudge. I observe you, Unkind. I whisper, Knowing you mind.
There are so many poems that talk about 'love', Sonnets, verses, they can't get enough. Roses may be red and violets blue, But what does it mean to say "I love you".
She's a fair girl, you see. She's as comely as can be. Watch her waltz to the music as the orchestra plays, Watch her dress twirl as sings to the children and steals our hearts away. O.
A crystal clear droplet of fluid, refreshes soul in the emblazoning heat. Allow it to sooth your scorching wounds, Though being so small, it's no easy feat.
And then the Sun always shines After each and every dark night Lighting the paths and showing the signs "There are options but no wrongs or rights" And then the Sun always smiles Sometimes it's...
This is a song my brother wrote that I think is worth sharing~. *****. starring at my beautiful demise. my mind and body ache. blinded by the white light. as this is the last i'll take.
Gays are the reason so many die in wars, those without supposed sin often implore, Liberals will all die, they will burn in hell, From their lips they will say, "This is what Jesus would tell".
I hate the way I often sigh. And how easy things can make me cry. Like popping up to say ''oh hi!'' Then five minutes later you'll say goodbye. I hate how things will get to me.
We danced to the rhythm of rain and watched as it turned the world anew through a kaleidoscope view. Water twisting colors and reflecting back light like a thousand diamonds.
My dear Opuss I bid farewell, This is sad for me to tell, But I'm leaving you I don't have time, To sit all day and write little rhymes.
Deepening winter, prowling, a wild look in it's eyes. Utterly grey, utterly featureless. Blizzard covering my marker stones, Spirits of warmth eloquent but elusive.
They are Just words, Electronic print On a laptop screen, Barely real, Deletable, But they mean So much more; They stand for Time and effort, Thought and concern, Love and affection, Breathe life...
You're the warmth of my blankets. On a cold winter's night. You're the kiss of summer rain. And a ray of gleaming light. You're peppermint tea. And a thick paperback. You're a blazing bonfire.
On the day after tomorrow,. The world will be peaceful void of sorrow,. Life moves on as time passes by,. Each day will get easier your tears will dry,. Trees that are barren will sprout new buds,.