Lost in deep thought gazing on the waves The pelicans fly gracefully into the morning sun It has been too long since my toes touched the sand The shine from the sun reveals the shape of the shells I wish I could fly like the…
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My path
My path in life Numerous unexpected turns,caught by surprise, I trust in God. Across are parched places, dark and narrow, No way out,except to trust in God and make a big turn around. My particular way could possibly not the right way, I trust in…
In That Place Between #6
In that place between peace and restless dream, feeding our emotion. Crippling the brilliant, weakening the strong, confusing the heart. All too much to bear stealing our hope, strengthening our fear. In that place between peace and restless dream, tearing us apart.
Poem16/24 “Sentina”
I wish I could turn back the time When I let those opportunity pass by, I turn My back and surf those huge stormy waves That I lost myself and waiting to rise To light my meticulous page Where I can breath and flow …
My first love
In the first grade I met Dick and Jane There were adventures to follow When we looked and saw Spot run I remember sounding out The words that filled the pages It was like I couldn’t get enough And I wanted more As…
We Were, #5
There was a time of peace of mind, That no longer blesses us. The growth of consciousness, The dishevelment of our wits Prove to pollute the innocence. We were once proud group, Wrought with confidence.
See Me, #4
See me for who I am, A dreamer in a nightmare. Lost in the pride of youth, The sensibilities of a Rebel. See me for who I am, A child caught, abducted. Weak and frightened No longer believing. See me for who I…
Earnestly, #3
My earnest most desperate prayer. Body, Mind, Spirit. Health. Strong, clever, courageous. My earnest most desperate desire. Love, Friendship, Success. Health. Strong, clever, courageous. My earnest most desperate need. Security, Peace, Hope. Health. Strong, clever, courageous.
Poetry Form
The problem with poetry Is there are too many rules A sonnet is this way You learn a haiku in school There’s the ode and Epistle The tanka, the bop Seriously these people have got to be stopped A sestina should be massacred A Villanelle…
My life is like a canvas
My life is like a canvas,sometimes colorful and in black and white. As I grew old through the continuing cycles of change, From harsh autumn wind,to a blizzard winter spell… I remain unchanged. My life is like a canvas with different strokes of colored paint…