Tag Archives: poetry

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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I’m a tornado

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I’m like a tornado

You don’t see coming

Once I hit,

I’m like the wind,

Blow you away;

Make everything spin.

Don’t care anymore,

Friend or kin.

Yet if you decide to stay

Might find me exceptionally loving

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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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Nocturnal

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Have you ever felt
Not at one with the day?
That the sun is monotony
And blue skies ever grey?

The sun on its pedestal
Has no warmth in its aura,
Making banshees of us
And defacing the flora.

But as the yellow orb sets
Sacrificing its light,
A portal is opened
For the realm of the night.

The pale-faced moon,
Outshining its brother,
Infuses an aura
Unlike any other.

In the sapphire void
The stars come to dance.
The brightest are seen
By gazing askance.

In the deafening silence
The world is alive.
The night and myself
Are like bees to the hive.

I feel I am free;
For these hours I am Queen.
My kingdom by day
Is shadow and unseen.

I call me nocturnal
And the night be my realm;
A silent dark ship
With myself at the helm.

Tonight the moon
Is a radiant sight.
What wonders by day
Could compare to the night?

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