Her eyes were fiery While her lips peeled away Her sun was setting But her colors never fade When she bites she is bitter But when she smiles she is sweet Like a nectarine emblem She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
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)
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.
i was sailing in a sea of dreams while i was in my sleep across a great big ocean so very blue and deep i sailed in to a fantasy with lots off diferent things lots of colored fish and some of them had wings
there were diamond rocks that sparkled down below with with lots of tiny starfish giving of a glow there were colored shells laying all around lying like a blanket neatly on the ground
it was really lovely and as lovely as can be in my sea of dreams so very wild and free
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.
I’m here looking down on it all wrapped in a blanket a book lies next to me pages flipping themselves in the cool summer breeze inside are the sounds of life outside are the sounds of the questioning the air is filled with random notes fluttering around me like guardian angels I know why they’re here
darkness sat down next to me to keep me company we look at the flickering lights in the distance he tells me you’d do fine down there if you wanted to be a light surrounded by light but then he shifts his gaze the moonlight dancing through his being but you’d do great up there be a light where no one has dared to be and with that he left
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
Beauty, fierce as desire, is perched on the limits of longing – There is an upward soaring where simple delight turns to sunlit brilliance.
Beauty is grasped by a mind that fabricates the abstract but appreciates the real.
There is wonder in the beauty of the winds, woods and water that glow on the edge of earth.
Beauty is portrayed in the smooth, smiling contenance of youth, the delicate alliance of dark soil and milky sky and seasons that turn to golden ages, widening to wilderness, clear and unexplored, filling pages of solitude with poetry.
Beauty is being held in the arms of dawn, knowing that dusk’s splendid sunset is not far away.
*. this is a true story. The couple's photo appeared in Linkedin. They are young. She was very beautiful as shown in the photo before the accident. The young man is handsome. When we truly love, nothing will ever stand in our way. It's the whole person we love, not just his or her look. I am deeply touched by their story and wish them every happiness.