this same robin has visited every day for the past week watching as I work curiosity fearlessness bringing him closer and closer enough for me to identify the glowing colour of his breast the ruffled feathers of his crown and his gentle inquisitive conversation as he inspects the freshly turned soil
i respond to his chatter knowing not caring that neither understands the other; there is something in his presence that outweighs the need for answers
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
Lord I need you Each day I don’t know What to do I’m trying to open my eyes Each day I’m praying to you I praise your words Lord I need you It’s true I need you I know you said You wouldn’t let me down I’ve seen all the signs From above I know you love me Lord I need you
Love is when you smile right back at me Love is when you put me on the safer side of the road Love is when you give a hot compress during that time of the month Love is when we laugh at each other's jokes Love is when you watch me while I read my book Love is when you take pictures of me when I'm asleep Love is when you're near to me Love is when you're far from me
Through the dark Light carries a sound wave of energy Sparking tears of invisible emotions Triggered from iridescent colors Coming from all different angles of darkness Illuminating colors of your imagination
You are the light of my life My morning sun and my evening moon I want to reach you and stay by your side Too bad you’re just “not in the mood” Too bad “you have better things to do” Because the only thing I do is think of you
I dream of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
I blame you. For the dreams that died. For the love that i will never have. For the smile that you took from me. I wanted to fly far away but you Burnt my wings keeping me In the cold darkness. I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it Into something good. We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams #blame #dreams #darkness #killing
I dream of Spreading my wings Lifting up high °•Above the trees Flying freely ~•°Gliding the breeze Swooping up °•~Plummeting low with ease°• Paralleling the ground Knowing only one purpose °•Exploration of life Soaring through the sky Whistling peace in my sound°• ₩€ND¥
Everyone wants a poet… Just not the madness that goes with it. . Everyone wants a wilderness… Just not the animals that exist inside of it. . Everyone wants peace and solitude… Yet yearn for attention and acceptance. . Everyone wants the headdress of a warrior… Yet will not go into battle to earn it. . Everyone wants to reach out… Just not the silence that will be in return. . Everyone wants justice… Yet turn their backs and says ‘that’s someone else’s problem’ . Everyone wants to receive and take care of a simple love… Yet they can’t even love themselves. . Everyone wants to yearn towards a future… But can’t even look at themselves in the mirror. . Everyone Wants A Poet Just Not The Madness That Goes With It…
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
Her stance was perfect, her eye's were bright Her countenance was emanating a brilliant white light She kept her composure, her hands at her side She knew she was ready with her mouth opened wide then passed her lips came a beautiful sound as everyone listened, their jaw's on the ground. She had the voice of an angel and I started to cry, she hit every note no matter how low nor how high. I can't be sure but I believe God heard her sing, their ears were wide opened and they started to ring. Glasses just shattered, windows were cracked, she gave our hearts the very thing that they lacked. When she was done and the singing was through my heart was softer with a good kind of blue.
I'm not your canvas; you can't paint over me. My mistakes, my life, it's whom I want to be. So go _________ take your _________ paintbrush and your paint, too, because I love my every stain, and I'll keep every color; red, green, or blue.
By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.
I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.