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 Aug 2016 josin137
Jane
Sepulchral
 Aug 2016 josin137
Jane
I shut my eyes to block them out,
But their screams howl so ******* loud,
My nights turn sleepless,
My heart yearns sweetness,
Empty souls overdose,
Verities exposed.
Take me with you.
 Jul 2016 josin137
Stephan

A poem on writing
for that’s what I do
I write out a poem
to share it with you

I write about love
and I write about wishes
Cool summer nights
and warm tender kisses

I write about things
that are close to my heart
Just like my last poem
“I’m ready to start”
(Shameless plug)

I write about tears
and heart broken sorrow
A sunset tonight
and the sunrise tomorrow

Sometimes they are funny,
sometimes they are sad
And sometimes I lean
very close to the bad

I write about flowers
and gardens and trees
Hummingbirds, butterflies,
a soft flowing breeze

I write about stars
and the moon in the sky
The sun and the clouds
every day passing by

I write about snow
and I write about rain
A couple of times
I have written of pain

I write about oceans,
the waves and the shore
Sandcastles, seashells,
footprints and more

I write about music
on violin strings
Guitars and pianos
and melodic things

I write about hope
and I write about dreams
Walks out in nature
near slow moving streams

Won’t write about hate,
don’t like to cause trouble
I run from the subject
real fast, on the double

At times I am goofy
and act like a fool
But never use cuss words
to make me look cool

I don’t write in anger
or feature religion
Well, maybe sometimes,
perhaps just a smidgeon

But mostly I write
as thoughts do occur
And always those thoughts
seem to linger on her

I write so she smiles,
I write so she knows
That I’ll always love her
no matter what goes

I write my affection
so she has to see
That there is no other,
no other for me

I write from the heart
in hopes she will feel
This love that I send
and know it is real

For she is my angel,
my every desire
All I’d ever want
and all I require

So there now you have it
the things that I write
I hope you enjoy what
I’ve shared here tonight

And one final thing,
just a little note
Real soon I'll stop by
and read what you wrote
 Jul 2016 josin137
Stephan

And when
we sing,
may our voices
forever harmonize
in the lyrics
written by
our hearts
 Jul 2016 josin137
Stephan


Far above the borders,
north of anything I’ve seen

Nervous apprehension,
up to now was just a dream

Falling as I see her,
more in love than yesterday

Gazing on her smile,
takes my every breath away

A wished forever meeting,
sunset shimmers lace the skies

Standing now before her,
staring deep within her eyes

Mesmerizing beauty,
twilight whispers float the air

Enchanted by the vision
that my heart has come to share

When at last I kiss her,
moonlight glows the skies above

Stardust sparkles glisten
down on this amazing love

Savoring these moments
on an evening made for two

Knowing that at long last
all my dreams have now come true
 Jul 2016 josin137
Stephan


I sleep beneath these darkened skies
as silence takes me in
So that my mind may wander off
to find that dream again
And when I wake upon the dawn
to brighter skies of blue
I’ll smile for in that special dream
my night was spent with you
 Jul 2016 josin137
Keith Wilson
And  when  his  usefulness  had  gone.
They  just  cast  him  aside.
And  on  the  final  downhill.
He  began  to  slide.

Rejected  after  all  his  work.
Visions  now  all  gone.
He  knew  full  well  his  time  was  near.
He  knew  he  had  not  long.

As  an  old  man  disillusioned.
And  weary  from  his  fight.
He  spent  in  sad  remembrance.
His  final  lonely  night.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
 Jul 2016 josin137
Ovi-Odiete
Poetry has a sensitive soul
A drive and impulse
Telling stories the way they are
Feelings of soberness
A heart felt word

Poetry has a sensitive heart
Beautifully immense
A heart of gold
Giving values to life
Adding years to life: Poetry is beautiful

Poetry has a sensitive soul
Like streams that meanders slowly
Like a river glorious: It Flows
Poetry has a sensitive heart,
A beautiful soul; A flying Angel.

Poetry is the signal
that
The soul sends into the world
Like the river, it flows into the sea,
yet the sea never gets filled.

Poetry is the fluid for the soul,
The liquid for the yearning of the Mind
That which quenches the fire
Feeding the deepest desires
Poetry is Gold in essence

Ovi Odiete©
May you find SOLACE AND BLISS in POETRY and may it be a MUSE for your Living.

I am thrilled that this little poem of mine has been chosen for THE DAILY POEM (19/July/2016)
Thank you all and thanks to HELLOPOETRY.
Regards, Ovi.
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