Love Poetry
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Sat in my solitude uninterrupted Within the four corners of my bed I call my solace and my haven The stillness of the moment collecting my thoughts The silence proding my soul into deep. I closed my eyes to hear the sound of air The tranquil motion of my every breath is sedating The rhythm
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The evening skies Wrote a song To my heart for my soul Im in my thoughts of finding you Of wanting you here with me. My heart can’t sleep My soul too deep In your eyes I’m looking tonight I’m holding you in my arms And missing you here with me. The silver moon lights
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Flying in an angel’s wings, with a sparkle of fairy dust Eyes widen as it glows with every thought – a silent wish As the light flickers, it lit through a spot in my heart It’s brightness arrayed a fear of being alone It stalked my doubts filling me with emptiness Clutching a prayer and
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The orange sun rose to its luminous ray To paint the canvas of the planet’s array Its gentle shine light the season’s new day Its soft blaze colour the mantlepiece like an instant replay With a sliver of magic the blankets gently lay. The spectre of the clouds converge with heaven’s gates To trace the
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Staring through a misty glass window – been raining for days…swirling down in spiral waves I felt chills trembling down my spine – touching every limb, every fiber of my being I start to feel numb – tears made my eyes cloudy It felt so dark, made things so grey and gloomy – felt so
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The gloom of the day seem favoring my thoughts, The silent coldness of my existence enveloping time, The beat of my heart aggravating every system, The normal breaths becoming a painful sigh, And the sweet gentle cuddle becoming a clench of hurt. Looking back from a yesterday I thought I have done something right Looking
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Re-edited 8 Mar 2014. I felt that my little sister is one hell of a sparrow…that even on broken wings she soars high like no other. Thank you for showing me your strength. I love you.
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From a wishing well I thought of something I long to feel I thought of somewhere surreal I thought somehow there’s time to steal And thought of someone holding me safely still. From a wishing well I dream of a life for faith to define I dream of destiny’s summit to climb I dream of
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Here I am standing at every creation of a dream – a discovery in motion The season has once again changed – shifting and varying its existence The length of every stage triples the width of trials At every mounts of challenge – clutched a prayer With will – a hope is wielded to every
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The morning starts with anticipation and fear at the sound of the alarm The ring can be cast upon as ano excitement or a misery The tictoc echoing like enchantment and poison And there’s a voice within resounding to harmony and opposition. The hint of indecision bothers in every angle The lines of anxiety and…
Choices, Chances and Changes 