Kelly O'hara

Kelly O'hara May 2014

The Poet

A poet will often wax lyrical using many words.
Prose, metaphor and haiku but to name a few.
Romance, inspirational, seasonal poetry, nature and blues,
The ideas often come at night.
Poetry of the poet is a deal of joy, pain and wonder with a dash of emotion thrown in.
Poetry of the poet is a rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Poetry is silent poetry speaks.
Poetry is often a legacy the passion and feelings often left unspoken in life.
Poetry is evidence of life worth remembering the words of the poet

Kelly O'hara May 2014

Clouded mind.

One cannot see with a clouded mind, Doors that were open close.
Head is clouded full of tears.
The world stopped revolving the blackness sets in.
My demons call unto me they crawl through the cracks.
I walk alone below after all awake and aware, through the clouds lamenting the loss of my way.
I know things have changed I'm not the same, I'm not who i used to be.
My thoughts are clouded destroying everything i ever was.
An endless heavy pounding beats upon weary brain, Things do not make sense.
I feel my heart grow ever sour nearing the end of the road.
I pray in time the dark skies will yield to hope that will prevail, And light will clear my clouded mind.
Above the clouds the sun shines brightly,and will be more than a memory to a clouded mind.

Kelly O'hara May 2014

Colors of the Soul

Colors of the soul shine like sunlight on stain glass windows.
A soul comes in many colors often, shining brightly in that darkest of hours.
In a million colors there come souls, shining like a multitude of tears stained by the passage of time.
The most beautiful of souls shine the brightest of colors.
Dancing rainbows reflect in the shadows of the soul.
Colors swirl and dance in the depths of the soul.
Souls will come and go from this world all will be stained by color.

Kelly O'hara Apr 2014

Don't Dream it's over

You can't hear yourself through the cacophony of sounds,
The loud talkers.
The images of life crowd in your own mortality haunts you.
People try to dissuade you from dreaming, They tell you don't dream it's over.
Although light is at the end of the tunnel, they'll tell you don't dream it's over.
The colors swirl and collide the dream won't die.
Reborn from the flames from, the ashes the phoenix of hope keeps the dream alive.
Now they can't say don't dream it's over when the dream won't die.

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Kelly O'hara Apr 2014

Key to my Soul

If the essence of my being has brought you joy,I have the key to your soul. So many things used to pull me back and stop me trusting you, with the keys to my soul. More precious than silver, More expensive than gold, Like the most precious diamond my soul is one of a kind.
The key you hold there is no spare it belongs to you.
It opens my heart my soul, it's a secret world.
All my pain, my joy, my emotions,
Hidden from all but one with the key to my soul.
The key you hold opens the deepest depths of my soul.

Kelly O'hara Apr 2014

The green God

God of forest vale and shadow,
God of the hunt,
God the festival, god of my heart.

Just a short poem about herne

Kelly O'hara Apr 2014

Valiant

Valiant is the spirit,valiant is the heart,
Valiant is the love ever lasting.
Valiant are those striving to be strong.
Open your mind follow your heart,
Feel free to be who you want to be.