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I have lived a short 23 years and my life is far from boring. Most of these poems I write during my classes, when my thoughts intrigue me more than the professor. It is what it is, so enjoy and comment. I love to hear what people think, especially if you have suggestions.
I have lived a short 23 years and my life is far from boring. Most of these poems I write during my classes, when my thoughts intrigue me more than the professor. It is what it is, so enjoy and comment. I love to hear what people think, especially if you have suggestions.
Monica Rose
Monica Rose
Apr 26, 2013

I'll think of you tonight
As I drift off to meet you in my dreams
In the rivers and streams
Of unconscious delight
And in the morning
Everything will feel alright
As I remember our adventures to places unseen
Because I'm waist deep in love
And nothing much can fix this tug
On my heartstrings
Until tomorrow when I
See you again
And hold your hand
Where everything is right
And nothing fully planned
Because with you it could be
Anytime or place on land or sea
As long as you're here with me

Looking for some feedback on possible changes---
Monica Rose
Monica Rose
Feb 26, 2013

Hello to you whom I've missed
A welcome sight you are
Like a dreamweaver
Amongst the midnight stars...

Monica Rose
Monica Rose
Feb 26, 2013

I cannot wait for spring
For the burgeoning,
Grass, flowers, trees
All each emerging
The secret tender growth of youth
A slow but bold display
Revealing to us beautiful truth
The white sweet lilies of May
I anticipate the morning dew
The crisp, brisk air
That carries on
And heats with sun
To become
June's evening fare

Monica Rose
Monica Rose
Feb 26, 2013

That spindly spider,
I watch as he weaves
A tale of luring dreams. Of captivating fantasies
Trapped within those thin silk threads
A story only the privileged see,
Glistening with dew,
Beneath the gibbon moon,
The dreamweaver,
He makes for you a tomb.

Monica Rose
Monica Rose
Feb 20, 2013

In between the waking and the dreaming,
A landscape of fantasy,
In between the real and unbelieving,
A question of reality,
In between these lines, I dare to live,
In Sanity

Monica Rose
Monica Rose
Feb 1, 2013

Your touch interrupts my thoughts
Words flee my tongue in knots
I forget & am undone
My focus lost on all else
As if my brain just melts
Have you noticed this power
You have over me?
Controlling my ability
Suspending my faculties?

Monica Rose
Monica Rose
Feb 1, 2013

You seem to have captured me
Infiltrated my dreams
And crossed into my seams
In your company
How well you mesh with me
Your hand fits mine
As if perfectly designed
You fill the spaces where I lack
The heat to my cold
The knick to my knack
The strength to my debility
The simple to my complexity
The caution tempering my impulse
The kindness to my insults
I've decided you're good for me
There's nowhere I'd rather be

 
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