Mattrick Patrick
Mattrick Patrick
Nov 27, 2014

First, I am the rising sun
and on the coast, I am the crashing waves at dawn
I am the forest murmur, the silent song
I am the nameless nativity,
and when you slow your pace to a stillness, I am there.

My radiance fills the hour and the place
footsteps fall, that leave no trace;
I am the passing cloud, a deep breath you take
cracks in the pavement, a grand escape.

I am your love's embrace, and so much more,
the thunderous sound and the dancing floor,
I am the moments laughter, and biting pain;
my full embrace can drive you insane.

I am the twilight and the milky way,
you find me on the mountain, and as you peak,
and see me in the haze that billows when you speak;
I am the city lights that pull the stars from the heavens to earth;
and when you find me, remember that I am you.

#poetry   #you   #profound  
Interludes of profound emotions.
Kaleidoscope Prhyme

You have my breath taken.
You have my whole world shaken.
Your love gradually healed my pain.
I yearn to be a recipient of sweet kisses in the rain.
Let’s dwell in the mist of bliss.
I’ll wait for my winter hug and summer kiss.
These are my intimate thoughts.
Interludes of profound emotions.

of william the great and profound
William McLaughlin

music can be powerful and strong
music can be great
music has been around so long,
music is my fate…
one day i will be a legend
with a taste for melodious sound,
people will shiver at the mention
of william the great and profound

music is a great way to achieve glory, but i will never let it cloud my judgment, or make me a different person
#poem   #music   #melody   #glory   #profound  
I ask, who are you not to be so profound?....
Nameless
Nameless
Dec 19, 2013

I ask, who are you not to be so profound?....
You are profound,
now I invite you to acknowledge and immerse yourself in you,
completely and utterly
without fear and hesitation.

I have never looked at the world
From this angle before.

I have long sat and watched the world
But never have known

The things you've shown me, taught me
From the beauty of your throat.

And last eternally as a memory so… profound.
David Ian Baker
May 20, 2010

Profoundness,
The spark of inspiration which drives forth the will
And the spirit of all those grateful enough to be touched
It is the symbol of great pulchritude in lasting words
It is the effigy of overwhelming power’s grasp over one’s mind
A single pause can have more meaning than any sound could attempt to demonstrate
And through silence, an understanding is made
It is complexity within simplicity; it is a message where there is none
Let it be treasured wherever it may be found
And last eternally as a memory so… profound.

Profound!
Olivia Kent
Olivia Kent
Sep 14, 2013      Sep 16, 2013

Profound!

Settling to doze.
Catnap called for.
Hand in hand.
They'd strolled through time.
Short in eternity.

Through darkness into light.
Bright green forest.
Streaming sunlight ,
Splitting sky.
Clear day.
Scent of the forest carried through the atmosphere.

So warm.
It was so very warm.
In a blanket of compassion.
Felt like they were twelve again.
With childlike vigour.
They promenaded.

From the forest floor the scenery changed.
Juxtaposed....so strange.
They could smell the sea.
With renewed crystal clear senses.
They could hear the oceans roar.
Collected seashells while they walked.

Justified dancing on the shore.
To be young again.
Feeling release.
Skimming stones of memory across the rolling tide.
Vivified in minds eye.

A pebble for their children.
One each.
One, two, three.
Wandered into waters edge.
Last drifting breaths to the edge.

Door clicked open.
There they lay.
The happy couple in eternal slumber.
Pill bottle placed neatly by the bed.
For heaven's sake both were dead!
By ladylivvi1

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When profound feeling hurts too much we choose profou
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

When profound feeling hurts too much we choose profound indifference.

Neecieboo
Neecieboo
Jul 31, 2013

i am a child of the sea;

floating and boundless.

and yet, i drift through time,

hell bent on finding ground.

 
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