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Welcome to Opuss, A world of all words, Where stories and shout, Poems sing like birds. The inhabitants, Are odd little things, They care for words, Not jewellery or rings.
Funny things,. That make me laugh,. Like photos on Bing,. Of meme giraffes,. Cute li'l bits and pieces,. That seem to make me smile,. Like pronouncing geese as geeses,. And fluffy things in a pile,.
They say a thousand words can be captured in one painting and I believe it to be true. For what words could I speak that I couldn't just show you. No sayings to ponder within your own head.
There's nothing as nice as a smile,. When the day is through,. There's nothing as nice as a smile,. That was given to me by you,. There's nothing as nice as a smile,. When life isn't going right,.
That night we met Not long ago You smiled at me I said hello I did not know What was to come My solider boy We should be gone That little time We spent together I fell in love with you Forever.
Ive watched the clouds passing But now they all just look the same, To see the world through naive eyes- life's no longer just a game.
Velvety earth underneath my flaming soles, Sprinkled wet with raindrops full of sorrows; Amidst unripe carpets of hissing bluegrass, Shivery air; brackish sudor turned crystals.
It comes from nowhere, randomly it strikes, who, it doesn't care. Putting thunder inside your head, changing your nose to a nice shade of red Healthy bodies it seeks, turning them from strong to...
At night I lie awake and staring at the dark, Wishing desperately that we weren't so far apart. The distance feels impossible, the never ending miles.
It's all just words, And it's all just ink. But it's really much more, A lot more come to think. It's letters and sentences, It really is my heart. Writing is my future, My end and my start.
My 100th Opuss. This is wonderful. Thank you all for your support and likes and friendship. I don't know how I've gotten this far, but I can't wait to keep going. Thank you all!. Onto the poem....
I was a stone lying still, On the chirping streets of may.. Kicked and flicked I'd be until, A child picked me on the way.. I tossed, turned in pockets o his, Unsure of the others there..
Imagine, A day without sunlight, A night without stars. The moon still above you, Though not very far. A pen without paper, A man with no soul. A tear with no water, A heart that's not whole.
These days are long when they're without a song To pick me up and put right my wrong A song of love or a song of joy Everybody's happy. The girl got the boy.
I look into you loving eyes, As you slowly fall asleep, Why is it, my love dies, While all others weep.
Who was it that heard the word of the tiniest bird and heard what it spoke that was full of such love and life that it fell from above - who was it that heard this dove.
Words said with no truth. Words that make us hit the roof. Words said with no real meaning. Words that leave us seething. Words sent to cause damage. Words that cause a wreckage. Words that crush.
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Now comes the dreaded call "We need to talk" Just says it all I wait by the door With a crushed soul I thought we have it all My heart is pounding My breathing is mounting I never thought we are...
If you could save the world one person at a time Who's life would you save first, hers or mine. If you double booked your night with her and me Who would you cancel on, who would you meet.
This is it, the human race, Hold high your head and show your face, The trek will start an uphill climb, A neck and neck of love and time.
My solitude is my mind. My true love is inside to find. A kiss upon my tender lips. There is nothing more I want from this. My lips go to part. I say those words. And write them down.
The truth about love is it don't exist. The truth about love is its all a fix,. The truth about love is its all a piss,. The truth about love is its all gone amiss,.
I was thinking that maybe we should all post our favourite poems so here's mine. IF you can keep your head when all about you. Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,.