The greatest treasure
Of the greatest worth
Is believing in yourself
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
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[You] are the whisper
that
floats
on
the
wind,
giving me a hope
I never want to end.
[You] are my wish
from
a
falling
star,
my lucky penny
in that old glass jar.
[You] are my heart
that
gentle
caress,
touching me deep
with such tenderness.
[You] are the shine
from
that
silver
moon,
the word of your promise
a faithful love tune.
[You] are my sun
a
true
loving
light,
stay in my heart
forever shining bright.
~
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
She is so
Much more
Than a beautiful face
Dig deeper
There,
you’ll find plenty
More layers to her
Bet
you didn’t
Even know exist.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
deftly I wrang them
my own two hands to best an adversary
I fought for years that was way bigger
more strategic then me but,
had one weakness, it was inside me,
and so I put those hands together
and crafted wisely a way to wring out ***** laundry,
twist the bad's arm
snap the chicken's neck, yes,
it does flop around a bit refusing to die,
in death throes it jumps to the fence down it around headless, no sense in that, but,
things,
even addictions refuse to die.
The poverty of a country existence
helped. Unless I wanted to sling **** there was really little work.
And the economic driver here is corn fields and **** heads the rich farmers have grown.
I don't get into staying awake walking up and down the street for weeks looking like death with his baggy eyes sans the scythe.
Hearing machine gun fire in my ears.
I used myself to get high. My hidden weaknesses. A hit of crack and a beer some ***** had me hiding from it.
I got away. Now with these hands, I am going to make a life for someone I want to spend the rest of my life loving.
I will with these hands build us a castle a small piece of paradise.
Our own heaven on earth.
And there, I will, with these hands hold and protect her and love her forever. In our small castle, that with these two hands, built.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
She can walk
between
night and day
never letting either
get in her way.
She learned this trick
many moons ago
by
going deep within
and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
She’s an angel of light
an angel of dark
you never know
what you will spark.
You want to hurt her?
Please, go ahead and try
she’ll be the one to show you
just how well she can
f
l
y.
Her soul innocent
her heart pure
but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
Say what you will
please, do what you must
but your jealousy and hatred
won’t waver her trust!
~
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
I know some deep pain saddens you now
It has been nesting in your heart for long
Breeding in the silence of your soul
It leaves your body n' mind awfully sick
It intensifies with every deepening night
Leaving the wound in your heart severely bleeding
Something that you haven’t fully divulged
Robbing you off all your cheer and ebullience,
I can feel the smoldering of your heart
How I wish I could fan away those aches
Wipe off all the pain from your body n' mind
Or at least share a bit of it, dear sweet Kim!
Even when you wear a mask impenetrable
Or sublimate your feelings through lovely verse
I can gauge the depth of despair you feel inside
And sense the rising palpitations of your heart.
When your eyes strain to read what is on the screen
You feel, you are deprived of the only pleasure you have
Though you hoped things would improve in course of time
When your eyesight got badly impaired, you sank in despair
Even when distanced, please know I am near
Somewhere so close, as an unseen presence
Staying by your side, to wipe your tears away
Praying for you ever and wishing you all good
You were the darling of this great poetry site
Your presence is sorely missed by all
We wish you to be back with your balmy words
Eager to read your lovely verse, proclaiming love
Life is strange with sudden twists and turns
But never ever give up, nor lose hope
Believe, at any time there can be a turn around
After the bleary night, comes the bright morn
Again the sun shall show up in the East
Darkness will recede and light shall descend
The meadows with dew drops shall shine
And the woods with the song of birds will ring
Look up to God in issues you cannot handle
Call Him again to your aid when you battle with life
He cannot but yield to the voice of your calling
And instantly heal your heart, now deeply bleeding
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿ ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿ ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿ ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿
That place of [Home]
where
the
heart
feels
ease
that place of comfort
where the soul can breathe.
[Feelings] of warmth
upon
the
skin,
a touch of love
from deep within.
A [Place] of gentleness
amazingly
divine,
a loving heart
this home of mine.
[Sweetened] longings
as
I
write
this
poem,
for the one I Love
my forever [Home]
✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
#**In your prime
The world is at your feet
On the downfall
It's you on your feet
Or none at all
So , be there for yourself
Be it prime or downfall**#
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
#**My Mind a boardroom
Many 'mini me' hold a meet
On a repeat
Day in ~ day out
They are quite a clout
The many 'mini me'
Ardent
Arduously Debate
Strategise and Plan
Follow Time Span
Concordant
Decisions to be made
For the very Me
The chatter inside
Silenced .....
Not a word spoken outside
Acoustics fixed...
Now it's only me :))**#
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC