Category Archives: poetry

Love

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Love – the word that we use to describe what

We feel

A poor semblance

Yet all we have to illustrate the

Feeling

Which resembles

Color more so

 There are the

Yes

And the

No

Black

And

White

(some wish for it)

They are afraid of the possibilities

(a drab world this would be)

(I think)

(I have a feeling it would never know the likes of you)

(One like you could never exist in such a world)

Of black and white

(Glad I am that such a world is not)

Thankfully

There are

Colors

A spectrum full

And you are one

 I am caught like the moth

Flying ever so close to the flame

You

And I –

I am in your

Under your

Spell

 Love does not convey my

Emotive self – how my heart beats faster

(faster)

What I feel

All perspective is gone

As if there is a time that exists all on its

Own

 And I am glad that you have this power over

Me

(to make me feel)

Take me where you will

I am ready

I am anxious

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I’m Like a Butterfly

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To love me is like catching a butterfly

That is always able of flying and escaping

You can’t cage me

Or own me or have me

I always fly

I always leave

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Why I write (Poem)

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I write to cope
I don’t choose to write my poems
poems choose me
it’s my get away time
it’s my soul’s language
My passion & how I manage
I reach out to others with my pen
for healing, releasing, awakening & even revenge
poems gives me a voice when I feel stifled
& give me hope for love delightful
I share the beauty my heart sees
all the passion, desire I need
my poems are a journey of discovery
a plethora of ideas come into being
a privilege to share as we lift our eyes seeing
poems gently landing in soft rhyme
hectic writing of stunning wonder time after time
my pleasure
my rapture
my life

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Sometimes (Visiting the Past)

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Sometimes just sometimes there is something
That keeps us from moving forward
It’s like a chapter in a book
You want to go on but
There’s something that needs read again
Sometimes in life there’s something past
That can’t be carried to the future
And yet it has such bearing
It must be taken care of
So while the shoes point forward
I must go visit the past

 

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