Young Love

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A voice washed over her
drowning out her senses,
swamping her brain
with exhileration and fear.

Wild passion surged through her
she thought her heart, would burst
as words flowed over her
her strength, drained with each word.

A pale lost face, overwhelmed
with love drenched eyes,
struggling against the hypnotic voice
it was just too much, to bear.

She surrendered her resistance
floating on a sea of words,
the voice caressed her
her free will, floating away.

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Days of Sadness

Grave

When Sandy died
I felt so down,
my soul had been ripped
from out of my body.

Why did she die
doctors say she collapsed,
her body burned out
we would never talk again.

Clothes in her wardrobe
clothes in her cabinet,
hair brush and perfume
all neatly lined up.

I get up each day
waiting for life’s end,
knowing she is waiting
to be together, once again.

 

Cathedral Memories

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I walked the path
other’s trod before me,
crossing the threshold
into peace and tranquility.

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Daylight broke through
stained glass windows,
depicting historical images
the life of this building.

St.Mary the Virgin Church - Rye - Sussex

Monuments and tablets
adorn these walls,
those to be remembered
not forgotten by time.

Heartfelt Feelings

Memories - Vidan Art Beland

Warmth and emptiness
spread through her body,
as her fingers and toes
filled with numbness and feelings.

She felt as though
she would break apart,
into millions of pieces
and disappear into oblivion.

As his soft blue eyes
gazed into her green eyes,
she knew at that instance
he could read her mind.

All Seasons

Reflections by Liek

Late snowfall had melted
bleating new born lambs faded,
spring was on its way
village gardens come to life.

Bluebells sapphired the woodlands
buttercups gilded the meadows,
daffodils gave way to pansies
blazing baskets all in bloom.

As summer burst forth
blue skies and white clouds,
blue lakes and white swans
feeding crumbs, to hungry swans.

Butterflies exploding from hedgerows
dragon flies glinted in the sun,
insects skate upon the surface
of the village pond.

Soft breezes, rustling wind
summertime moving with the breeze,
leaves turning golden brown
autumn is a coming.

Storms battled with the sun
rainbows across the shoreline,
as autumn moves in
with a chill in the wind.

Leaves fall from the trees
plants shedding their leaves,
temperatures plummet
as winter moves in…

A New Day

Day's End by Edlittle

The dawning of a new day
as daylight flickers on the wall,
eyes closed in deep sleep
as you murmur in your sleep.

The birds chirping outside
telling you its time to rise,
as the sun bursts forth
the room filled with light.

In the faithful flow of light
a feeling, a presence exists,
I sense you at my side
once and always.

Rules

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As Charmaine grew
doing as she pleased,
calm in the belief
that’s as it should be.

She did not comprehend
how others could decide,
how it was proper
for her to behave.

She lived in her world
behind her shadowed face,
for no one had ever
entered, her secret world.

No amount of force
could part those doors,
her hound-dog eyes
a testimony to her thoughts.

Left without trace…

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I remember your blonde hair
tied back with coloured beads,
when you walked out on me
that hot summer’s day.

I always expected
you would return,
for I was waiting
with arms open wide.

I searched for you
high and low,
you just vanished
leaving no trace.

As the years passed by
and you did not return,
I knew in my heart
I would live alone.

My focus in life
had all but gone,
the day you walked out
without saying good-bye.

Quiet Times…

St.Mary the Virgin Church - Rye - Sussex

I walked the path
other’s trod before me,
crossing the threshold
into peace and traquility.

Daylight broke through
small patterned windows,
depictiong forgotten history
of this wonderful building.

Monuments and tablets
adorn these walls,
those to be remembered
not forgotten by time.

What is Poetry?

What is poetry? I know not. I’m a mere amateur trying to be someone. Mind you, not like someone. Poetry, to me is elusive. I know about poetry just as much a new-born knows about the wide vast world. It’s an ocean to me, and I try swimming across, trying to reach somewhere. With words […]

via What is Poetry? — Asha’s Blog