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Loving you
Feels so right
And I wanna hold
You so tight kissing
You all through the
Night and your beautiful
Smile lights up the stars
Tonight and it's a magical
Sight and to feel true love
Beating inside our hearts
Tonight and I'll softly whisper
To you I'll love you for the
Rest of my life.
Real Love In Life ❤️🧬
In fits of rage
And bouts of pain
I recall all you said to me
And I pound my fists
Against your memory
Till they bruise and bleed
And I concede
And you succeed
In breaking me finally
But in a twist of fate
That's what it took to be freed

©2024
 May 2024 Cheryl Ann Warner
nivek
to attract bird life plant a tree
hang food from its branches

sit by your favourite window
write your truth in poetry

let silence be a happy companion
as you listen to birdsong
By silent, dismal
Voids of gloom
Forever I will be consumed
And as she closes in
On closer
I cannot resist
Disclosure
There is no
Escape from this
Eclipsed by some
Innate abyss
A disposition
Dimly lit
An extra piece
That doesn’t fit
A can’t be fixed
Internal glitch
Off-switch
Beyond the reach
Adrift
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
Piano notes drift in the
rainy evening,
like sadness from a
clock.
You were the color
in my dreams.
The paint on my
canvas.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgXtR-Z6G9s
Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.
Day ends
Night  falls
A dog barks
A baby cries
A mother with  tired feet
A father frustrated
ends didn’t meet.
Still  sitting together
Having a simple meal
Still praying together
Still thanking
For another day.

Shell ✨🐚
Life of many all over the world.
Sands so white
and seas so blue
God left us light
we never knew
wrong from right
Human's stew.
By the banyan trees late at night,
Come with me for a moonlight walk,
To a secret flowered garden,
Where night owls do their midnight talk;

I’ll take you to a sacred place,
Wherein a nightingale was born,
And keeping our voices down,
We’ll hear his lovely evening song;

There by silver-watered fountains,
Enclosed by purple-white daisies,
On special nights when stars are bright,
We can see the moonlight fairies.
From the depths of despair
Where God is unknown
And only danger surrounds me
I feebly fight against the call
That draws me ever on to destruction.
Only the call of a Whippoorwill can save me.
ljm
Thank God our neighborhood is full of them.
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