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Fluffy pillows swirling
around a beautiful blue sky,

Free birds
gliding across the heavens,
so gracefully they fly.

Giant tree branches
swaying from side-to-side,

Such beauty my eyes absorb
into my mind;
expanding infinitely wide.

Heavenly Earth,
so exquisitely designed,

Embraced by solitude,
peace of mind
I'm guaranteed to always find.

The smell of fresh open air
and wildflowers
inhaled into my soul;
an essence so divine,

Fragile delicate butterflies
fluttering by,
I love them all
as though they are mine.

I belong to the Earth -
the forests,
the mountains
and the seas,

Deep-down inside
I'm just a born-natural
free-spirit -
a lover of nature;
a born-to-be country girl / hippy.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
I let go,
I lost my grip,
I couldn't hold on
any longer,

I felt my disappointed heart
break in two
when it became obvious
that I was no longer
"the strong her."

Whist falling I realised,
as my life flashed before my eyes,
that I regretted
the day that I surrendered my wings,
the very lifesaving things,
I, now, needed,

My soul shattered,
before hitting the ground,
knowing that I would meet my end
defeated.

By Lady R.F  (C) 2017
How deep is her love?
How high is the sky?

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
 Apr 2017 Amanda F
iamtheavatar
How shall I describe thee?
Oh, Venzerie.

Your eyes are like sunsets,
full of awe and mystery.
The strands of your hair
are like strings of silk and gold;
as firm as the ground,
as flowing as the river.
Your cheeks are like apples—
Well, I like apples.
Your lips are like two autumn leaves
dancing gracefully as the winds breathe.
Your teeth are like pearls washed ashore,
glistening as the sunlight bounces off.

What more shall I say?
Oh, Venzerie.

You had me with your smile
on the first day we met.

Like a moth prancing
recklessly with death;
hypnotized by the whisper
of the flame.
Like a little boy,
gazing through the window,
outside a toy store.
Like a speeding motorcycle
on an endless one-way road.

I'm smitten by the sound
of your sweet voice.

Like a weaned child sleeping
soundly in his mother's arms.
Like a seasoned boxer suddenly
out cold on the very first round.
Like a kitten placed in front of the
mirror for the very first time.

How beautiful you are!
Oh, Venzerie.

Like a calm before the storm;
an indescribable moment
of fleeting serenity.
Like an exchange of peace
inside a chapel on a good
Sunday morning.
Like a name on a coffee cup
spelled perfectly right.

Oh, Venzerie.
Your name is one-of-a-kind—
Well, I asked Google.

Like the dimples on your cheeks,
or the freckles on your face.
Like the way you laugh,
or the way you smile.
Like the way you say a word,
or the person that you are.
Everything is super!

You had me with your "Hello".
Oh, Venzerie.

My thoughts of you are many.
Surely, more than these words
that I could ever tell.
Should I make books of poetry,
surely, I'd write poems of you.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
 Apr 2017 Amanda F
Maria Etre
Kiss me a galaxy
and I’ll orchestrate
the best musical
with each and
every shooting star

Kiss me a note
and I’ll generate
volumes of kisses
imprinted for
each and every moment
I have wanted to
kiss you back
For full entry https://indiedoodles.wordpress.com/2017/04/03/6946/
 Apr 2017 Amanda F
Renae
Subtlety
 Apr 2017 Amanda F
Renae
Tiny hints
So action packed
Thought provoking
Wheels turn
Too fast
Slow that
Relax
Learn that subtlety
Class
Trust the process
Learn the mind
Know a 3 fold cord
Is hard to find
Let it be
That subtlety
Like that
It's unusual
Giving everything
meaning
 Apr 2017 Amanda F
Kelsey Rhoads
You know you're broken when
Laughter sounds like tears.
And you have so many dark fears.
When your smile doesn't reach your eyes.
And Your world is surrounded by lies.
When you have no need for life.
You stare and wonder at your knife.

You know you're broken when
You can't do anything right.
In your soul, there's no longer light.
When you can't be happy anymore.
If you understand, I'm sorry. Stay strong, friend.
On the first day of spring, I see bare earth
and feel the cold in my fingers and toes.
So, I ask again when winter will end.
But the birds sing early in the morning
and remind me with the promise of the sun.
Wait, they tell me, for all good things take time.
So, I wait for sun shining on the rain
and for the rain falling in the sunshine.
Here, melted snow mixes with dust and dirt.
But remember, this is where flowers grow.
Day 2 of National Poetry Month
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