The beauty I see when I look at thee
with your solitary tear down your cheek
hypnotizes our hearts and makes us cry
as we touch the dampness as our gaze collides ...

I can see your longing in your words of poetry
of beauty you write each and every night
through moonlight midnight lingering in a trance
we hand you a rose to your distant glance ...

Facing your heaven waiting for the prize
holding your heart on your sleeve
tears of sorrow we can feel
your the beauty we see in your painted sky ...

Behold our aurora entranced we are
shimmer of energy on gentle wind
exploding radiant that you stand
peace overcomes in the gift of your dance ...

Dear Poetess's, here is a simple rose
you deserve more I hope it grows
one day someone will come in your life
a prophetic dream will make your day....

To my lovely poetess friends and to the ones that read every day..
You've got a friend

Debbie Brooks 2014

And if you cut me
wide open with your
sharpest blades you'll
find the best of words
falling out of my veins* ~

I am a grass.
Even if someone stepped on me,
Tried to crush my hopes,
Or wished to burn me in misery;
I just grow back
Even stronger
And greener.

Tracing the outline of your scars
Is like reading your soul.
The stories they can tell.
Just more parts to your whole.
Never cover them,
Do not be ashamed
Your scars show the truth
Of life filled with love and pain.
They are a part of you,
What makes you truly whole
I'll trace the outline of each scar
To better understand your soul.