her pale, cracked feet. the salt filled air felt so largely sweet. the wind breezed against the skin of her burning back. as the sun took a closing toll, the winds slowly slacked. the pumpkin glow rayed on her ***** blonde hair. it lightly glazed on her soft skin so fair. the porcelain moon glistened on the waves so brisk. onto her warm, ivory skin lay the soft, moist mist.
There is more
to this world than money You can make someone laugh by just being funny. You can show love when it is needed. Care for someone when their heart is beaten. Give what needs to be given. Money was not our reason for living...
you come to my mind. I think of us together, but that makes me sigh. I think of our memories. Every one is special to me. I don't want to let go, but I might have to set you free. We had our good moments, but those have come to an end. We fight more like enemies than lovers and friends. I really do love you, but you don't feel the same. Now here I am thinking of your name.
dripped into the stagnant m e r e... her barren feet inhaled the moisture so c l e a r... russet strands brushed at her amiable f a c e... umber foils dust the ground with golden g r a c e... her musings swimming in a soaring s t r e a m... arcane visions lost in a seraphic d a y d r e a m...
Scarred and broken
with words left unspoken. Wishing things were clear, but sadly we are still here. Time doesn't seem to heal, it just seems tougher to feel. All the moments we had now hurt so bad. I just want us to be okay, but instead everything is gray. If only I knew what to do. I know I still do love you. I just hate what we've become, it just seems all is done. Hopefully one day I'll understand, but for now we have to do what we can.
clemency and grace, into this place I search for Your face. Blood stained on your nailed wrists, into this place showers endless bliss. Darkened nights grow colder and colder, but into this place I lay warm on Your shoulder. Serene security resides deep inside us, and into this place we are right beside Jesus.
toddled back home. sepia leaves traced behind her tumbling on the flaccid, dusty loam. country girl in her licorice colored boots daydreamed at the piebald trees rotting from their roots. country girl dancing in auburn checkered dress sprinted home mirthfully looking like a mess.
A winter breeze
brushed against the tassels of her velvet scarf. She breathed in the misty, wet smells that melt her heart. Her mittens tickled the warm, scarlet wool padded in her pockets. Winds back and forth against the snowy trees rocking large snow deposits. She smiled at the mushy, muddy tracks her boots evenly made. She bunched up a big ball of powdery snow and in that she played.
She looked around the table
at every smiling face. She also was smiling to be happy in the place. Turkey and mashed potatoes piled on every flowered plate. Everything tasted so good and the company was great. As she opened her eyes her dream was not so. She looked around the table, everyone eating slowly in silent woe. Her heart sagged a little for this is what family has become. They should be happy to be together united as one.
A thanksgiving poem.
Her little toothless grin
giggled as the bubbles blew. From weeks to months to years, beyond my eyes she grew. I would braid her thick curly hair as she danced in her own way. She would run to me from the school bus everyday. I would tell her my life stories before she would go to bed. As I said goodbye and good night I would kiss her light tan head. With her bear in her arms we would do her homework together. She said we were best friends with glue that lasted forever. I had this precious gift for one time in my life. Just a little bit of love shined her little, bright light.
Blue, vibrant skies
over colors so divine. Making them so bright that they shine. Paved bridges take you to this escape. Making you feel warm inside that make you feel safe. Every color bleeding on your eyes. Making everything beautiful with those blue, vibrant skies.
Bundled in a blanket
with a fire next to me. Working on a poem. Everything is cozy. Crackling of wood awakens my mind. Orange flames slowly shined. A fire burning is so nice. For a poet, this is paradise.
Trees of many colors
from burnt orange to gold. So many words to be written, so many stories to be told. She drove past all these, mind already writing poems. Gazing at the hues with the winds just a blowing. She lives in a world of words rather than in reality. The world may be a bad place, but she sees the beauty.
but not strong enough they tell me. Some battles in my life are not worth fighting. I try to not be angry, but try not to keep it inside. I'm not scared and I'm not trying to hide. I may be broken, but I'm not shattering my pieces on you. I'm strong enough to live my life and that's what I'll do.
she embraced the ground
shoveling and shoveling. a deeper hole it grew tunneling and tunneling... she dug a hole for years for what she thought was right, but it left her confused in a cold, shivering fright... alone in her thoughts she has no one to talk to, trapped in a giant hole not knowing what to do. she could try to keep shoveling until she found the light or she could turn around to what she left behind...
His love will never stray away.
He planned it that way. As beating ended, pain was diminished With his last breath,He said It is Finished. Those three days must felt an eternity but from this act of love we are free. He rose to show us love never fails. His power will rain and hail. Chills tickle our spines when the story intertwines. How we got what we didn't deserve. His love showered in His final words...
aqua waves beckon
back and forth at her azure eyes. wondering how far they go and where it lies. deep and mystical this water runs and the blue never dies...
If you were never born,
there would be no tomorrow. So you think that's great. No more sorrow, but you would never see the sun or live to be happy. Never embrace life to the fullest. Nothing to wonder, nothing to be. You were given a life for a reason. Live it, don't live in the past. All will be gone in a sweep. Life goes by too fast.
Every color so beautiful
like a painting to your soul. A sweet and stunning image shaping your heart as whole. Colors so fresh to your eyes absorbing the tones it breathes. Dyes take over the green to soft yellow and red leaves. A time for old things to go and embrace new things to arrive. A beautiful image this is. Such a time to be alive.
out of the window wondering what was there. this stuffy house bored her wild mind. this she could not bear. she implored to explore adventure to find...
her curiosity had her
daydreaming in the forest. Avocado leaves tremble briskly singing its season's chorus. she listened to the sounds of squirrels swarming jumping from tree to tree like they were performing. chirp, chirp goes the birds growing its iridescent feathers. Animals assembling together food for the crisp, chilly weather. she daydreamed as she studied the mantis green stems tickling against her sweater fostering a picturesque scene.
All the trials she has faced,
every obstacle in her way can never compare to the grace God has flowered in her day. She lived many days frowning but now she can rejoice. No more crying or drowning. Just a sweet song in her voice. She gave Him her everything which strengthened her to grow. She found her everlasting King and she will never let go.
What a wonderful world
we all get to see. Traveling and living all so free. Breathing fresh air and the sun shining down. Pearly white clouds in the sky and bright green grass on the ground. Experiencing life, love, laughter, and all of this gift has to give. We should all be grateful we have had a chance to live.
Her pink dress matched
with her pink, satin shoes. She was so excited. All was brand new. She twirled around in her little, pink dress. She loved to twirl. It was always the best. She wore it to school and church and even for a few birthdays. She dressed it up and down in all different ways. She one day outgrew that dress which made her sad, but that dress lasted and she was glad. Later on in her life she was truly blessed with a precious, little girl who she put in a little, pink dress.
She has hope
even when seemed lost. She wanted to be happy no matter the cost. Her thoughts were dark even in the brightest of times. She tried to look and feel okay, but her heart just couldn't shine. She still has hope but she will find it in her own way. She doesn't have to find just anything to brighten up her day.
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift? If we still have water then we still have a ship. We can sail to the places these words take us. We are still shaken by the words that make us. Why should we let poetry die when there is so much to explore? If only people read it and discovered more.
Darkness triggered the moonlight
with no wolves howling causing a deep fright for a walk in the night. Clouds cover the stars with cold winds against the trees with things as spooky as they are you better not go too far. As the owls shout who and you hear a loud noise. You don't know what to do when you turn around and hear boo!
She lay in the corner
hungry,*****,and cold. She was all alone and she was only 7 years old. With her parents dead, she was left on the streets. Her body covered in scars and blisters plastered her feet. No one noticed her abandonment all too busy with their own lives. She will rot in her grimy skin because no one hears her cries.
she grabbed a soft stone
and eyed the skipping it does. she inhaled the misty, fall air and twirled her auburn hair. she glared up to the canary leaves dangling thinly on their limbs. her flats tapping to the music making of the trees strumming and shaking. she beckons down at the candy corn fronds wading in the morning stream like an autumn's dream.
Sometimes God puts a comma
because your story is not over. Sometimes He puts a period, but He will give you closure.
The beautiful flow
of rushing droplets racing to the stream. The sun glimmers so bright onto the this lovely thing with it's radiant beam. Water so fresh and so fine that of its grayish blue. A sight so breathtaking as it shimmers on every eye taking in the water front view.
All her body covered in tears
like a salt filled bath. A river of water flowing in her path. She tries to swim in her tears one drop after the last. Every memory haunts her, she can't escape her past. She envies the happy standing on the sun. Being able to stand in peace not having to run. Though we all have problems we try to run from, and if we escape too many it won't be just some. It's hard to stand when you're drowning in tears. Do all you can do in order to conquer your fears. Life gives us a chance to capture more than one. Maybe one day you will be happy and standing on the sun.
She lost her touch.
She lost her smile. She hasn't been herself in quite a long while. Every day she'd look, but all seemed gone. She lay in bed for all was wrong. Her thoughts and actions were not her at all. She'd crumble at every step, every mile, every fall. She stayed this way for a couple of years. Waking up to sadness and lying in tears. After all this time she wants to change things. Let hope take a hold and let happiness sting. She will find her touch. She will smile. She will find herself, but this time in a short while.
She lays on a canoe
whirling gently on the stream. Her red dress shimmers as the sun gives a great beam. She smiles at the sky with its radiant blue, and porcelain clouds and air fresh and new. She enjoys the sounds of the bustling, rippling waves. Towards to a land and the path it paves.
She picks flowers in the spring
and eats popsicles in the summer heat. She jumps in piles of leaves in the fall and in winter fuzzy socks snuggle her feet. She wears her spring dresses and swims in the deep. She shivers in the autumn breeze and shovels snow filling up quite steep. She views new plants growing and tans in the sun so bright. She glares at the glowing colors and plays in a snowball fight. She looks to the butterflies fluttering and jumps in a pool. She picks golden, juicy apples and is bundled in blankets of wool. No matter the season she is giddy and free. In every season she is who she is destined to be.
dreary, overcast skies
she enjoys. winds rustling by she takes right in. the wet, damp branches drip swiftly on her skin. the tree twirls and dances shaking all its limbs. the green slowly fades taking away all the life but embraces the shades so beautiful in their own way.
Is it too late
or do I have a chance? I want to live for tomorrow. I want to sing and dance. Is there enough time for me to see the light of day? Am I given another chance to reclaim my name? The clocks are ticking and I hear do I have enough time to be myself, to grow, and have what is mine.
Lord, help me to let go
of the pain from my past. Help me to uncover my feelings instead of being blindfolded by a mask Lord, show me, guide me to know I did the right thing. Right now I'm hurting and not sure of anything. Lord, you know my future and I put it in your hands. Lord, help me to let go and one day to understand.
in the darkness
she hears the silence echo like the air has a voice and it follows where the winds go... she listens for bats to shriek through their wings after fleeing from the light her flashlight brings. she stumbles on each ***** and shivers from the thought of breaking, the light flickering on the path from her frightened hands shaking. soon her fear subsides when a light appears at the end. a great relief to her eyes only the sun could send.
All she wants to feel
is to feel wanted. Just for someone to care and not to feel shunted. Someone just to ask if she wants to hangs out., but no one sees her or hears her no matter how loud she shouts. Everyone wonders why she lives in doubt and pain. Everyone treats her like she's an invisible shame.
You could have felt every finger
and every little toe, but this never happened so we'll never know. You could have felt my every move when I was inside, but my chance to be in this world was denied. You could have held me in your arms and tickled my tiny feet. That never happened, we never got to meet. We could have twirled our hands into one, but we will never know for I was never to come. We could have had a life learning together, but we will never know. I am lost forever.
If I walked a little,
would I walk at all? If I tried a little, would someone take my fall? If I spoke out, would anyone hear me? If I made the goal, would anyone cheer me? If I made a mistake, would you help or accuse me? If I hurt myself, would you lift or abuse me? People should never need to hear if when they are in need. Reach out in love in order for someone to succeed.
I can't watch you live a lie. I can't watch you say goodbye. I can't... I can't watch you breakdown. I can't watch you shatter to the ground. I can't.. I can't watch you live another life. I can't watch you. I can't fight. I can't... I can't see you be what you are not. I can't watch you damage yourself and rot. I can't... I can't watch you from who I knew. I can't watch. I can't be with you...
She laid in her bed
with a pad and a pen. Too many thoughts in her head rotating over and over again. Her eyes brewed with tears dripping down to her notebook. Thinking about all the years so she wrote as her hands shook. She gaze in the window as her heart sank down. She wondered when did time go and why her heart was to the ground. She thought there must be more to life than this pain she had been enduring.. Take away all this strife, and have a life worth exploring.
I'm a fallen tree
whose limbs have broken off and everyone has left me. My branches couldn't support me and life's storms beaten me down with powerful streams from the sea. Damaged bark and broken apart. The wood is no longer good for how rotten is my heart. I'm fallen tree left to the ground in fear and in agony. Nature has taken its toll on me, and here I am and here I stay as the rotten, fallen tree.
A beautiful thing.
Something only God can bring. Rising above in the sky. Glimmering above so high. A bright yellow everyone can see. Makes you feel giddy and free. Let the Sunshine in your life. Let it cover you with it's brilliant light.
can melt away every tear. Conquer every fear, and will always be here. Your smile is the best thing God gave you. It sticks like glue, and helps with all you do. So keep smiling even if you don't feel so. Your smile brightens as you go, and is making others grow.
Letting go is never easy to do,
but sometimes your broken heart needs to be mended through. This will take a bit of time, but you will be all right Everything will eventually be fine. I know you are hurting right now, but you will find answers and you will figure out how. So look up, you did what was right. You will see the sun one morning instead of a moonless night.
she didn't let him go. If only, if only she had known. If only this hurt doesn't last long. If only she could be strong. If only she could tell him. If only the light wasn't dim. If only she didn't wait. If only, but now it's too late.
She studies the ivory glare
in the spark of his eyes. The sound of laughter overlaps as time flies. Salty, brisk waves tickled their feet as they stroll. The aroma of salty air occupy them with a sight of a soaring seagull. She smiles brightly at him with the sun glaring up high. Her majorelle eyes match the waves of the sea and of the sky. The sun shines on them in a majestic and beautiful way. Glowing on the brightness of their golden, happy day They look at each other as the tide crashes at their feet. A wonderful day at the beach with their love just ever so sweet.