Inge Schoonraad

Inge Schoonraad 7d

Echoes of your presence linger near,
A whispered promise,a heartbeat clear,
In the silence,I feel your soul,
A gentle touch,a love that make me whole

The stars align,a celestail dance,
Our love shines bright,a cosmic trance
In your eyes,a universe i see
A love so vast,it's meant to be

Time stands still,as our hearts entwine,
A love so strong ,it transcends all time,
In your arms,I find my peaceful nest,
A love that's mine,a love that's best

Inge Schoonraad Sep 2

The lonely Mockingbird

Beneath the weeping willow tree,
A mockingbird sits silently.
Its song once bright,now thin and frail,
A wisper lost upon the pale.]

It mimics voiceslong since gone,
Echoes of laughter,now withdrawn.
Each note a shadow ,hollow,deep,
A memory it cannot keep.

The wind drifts through the empty air,
Carrying sorrow everywhere.
No friend to hear its mournful tune,
It sings alone beneath the moon.

And through its wings still yearn to fly,
Its heart is bound by a silent sky.
A mockingbird with songs so sweet,
Yet no one's there to hear its beat.

This poem is about being alone and unheard

Inge Schoonraad Nov 2024

Rain in My Heart:Part 2

Rain in My Heart: Part 2

Clouds gather in a somber sky, Inside my chest, a quiet cry, A storm brews deep, where shadows start, And with each beat, it rains in my heart.

The world outside may laugh and play, But here within, it's shades of gray, Raindrops fall, memories dart, Pooling sorrows in my heart.

Yet in the rain, I find a seed, A spark of hope, a silent need, Through the tempest, I impart, Resilient growth, from rain in my heart.

From thunder's roar and lightning's flare, Emerges strength, beyond compare, A blooming life, where dreams restart, All nourished by the rain in my heart.

– Ingeschoonraad

Inge Schoonraad Oct 2024

Rain in my heart

Rain in My Heart

When skies above seem gray and torn, And whispers of the wind are forlorn, A storm within begins to start, With every beat, it rains in my heart.

No shelter here from sorrow's rain, Each drop a memory, each tear, a pain, But in the downpour, there lies a part, Of growth and strength, deep in my heart.

Drenched by thoughts and soaked by fears, But from the rain, new life appears, A blooming hope, a fresh new start, Emerging strong, from rain in my heart.

– Ingeschoonraad

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