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Autumns litter scattered on the ground, The trees still whisper excited sounds. Their last leaves, the colour of fire, The joyous church bells ring out across the shire.
The the color of hunger might be brown, Like dirt or tree bark Or tan, like Sahara sand It might be green, The color of plenty 'water water everywhere But not a drop to drink' Or maybe red, The...
The love divine Is no simple wine The love divine Is a game of mine The love divine It is no ordinary sign The love divine Is a treasure to behold This love grows old But never does it weaken A true...
There are those that do believe. That the stars represent our souls. Our lost ones looking over us. Watching how our lives unfold. But I believe the stars. Represent wishes held in our hearts.
contrast. your lightening blue eyes and my useless brown eyes make one great pair that no one notices. black hair, white hair braided together, looking like a zig zag walking down the street.
The funeral, the flowers, your family.
I think I might be a subconscious writer, I worked it out today, Doing my controlled assessment, In my own little way.
The day brings beautiful sunlighT. Harbouring the moon the night is nigH. Each star helps create a perfect scenE. Sunshine brings joy with every BeeM. Under the moon there's not much you won't dO.
#phrase. Ring. out, ring out. that doleful to. lling bell, the K. ing is dead, he. ar his death knell. @ Ring. out, ring out. let the fanfa. res sing, rais. e the flag, lon.
Do you ever read them. The poems I write for you. I read all YOUR posts. Even though there's only two. You see, if it wasn't for you, If you weren't in my life.
Sharp as knives, blunt as bricks Use 'em well to get some kicks Make you laugh, make you cry Lay you low or get you high Used each day without a thought Seriously or just for sport Really good for...
#phrase. There's a blank space replacing your face. You sold your story well. You kept a pace, ahead of the race. Let's see where now you dwell. Your methods base, barely a trace.
Stunning bed of well-foliated carpet blooms; Vivid hues of yellow, pink and apple blossom. Ashen rose beneath the forest's hovering gloom, With its spines, dearly I hold nigh my bosom.
Can I just fall away to drift,. From an ancient crystal cliff,. Where above the sky is alight,. Giant red-orange burning bright,. The sunset of forgotten moons,. Hearts and lovers tired old swoons,.
This poem was inspired by the story of Absalom from the Bible. Child of mine, as yet unknown I've made for you a loving home You may come, and stay with me You have my love, eternally . . .
The air becomes foggy,. When I see your smile,. My heart seems soggy,. And stays for a while,. No doubt, you saw me too,. But didn't stare for long,. I don't know what I'll do,.
#confession Sequel to Little Black Box Coated, cold, in scarlet, Symbols, painted on the side, This red box, it holds, in shaking scrawls, Confessions I can't hide.
A love of delicacy, the mystical glances, a turgor of emotional excitement. This love swoops in the summer air of sunflowers' bloom and caresses the lips of nature.
The doorstep is cold. And so is the tea. For it's been a while. Since you sat with me. Seems we've not spoken. For some length of time. So I thought I would add. To a certain rhyme.
There are 26 letters in the alphabet The English one that is There are at least 250,000 words in the dictionary And it's growing rapidly that list That doesn't include names, People or places It...
Turing around seeing just you Trying to deny that this is true I go in my room,I lock the door I think and I don't think anymore I get a rope and tie to my fan My heart beats as if I just ran I...
A witch I have been this many a long year. My secrets held close in my heart so dear. My black book of spells, all tattered and torn. Kept far away from prying eyes that would scorn.
Hello :) This is the first time I have posted directly talking to you's.
#nightdwellers Wake me up when the light has gone and the moon comes out to play, When the frosted sky flickers into nigh' and there's naught left of the day.