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Shadows of Night Jul 2015
Rainy days or beautiful blue skies,
I still prefer your hypnotic silver eyes,
I'll be at your side when I hear your cries,
I only hope our love never dies.
Promise me we won't have goodbyes,
I smile at you because I still get butterflies.

No one will ever bring us apart,
I'll give you my soul if I get your heart,
Because I chose you, that makes me smart,
I've loved you from the very start.

When we met my life began anew,
I know you're in love with me too,
I see it in your eyes when I look at you,
Your always in my thoughts no matter what I do.
I read your expressions when I need a clue,
To determine if your love for me is true.
You met me and spread your wings and flew,
I have you with me now, I'll never feel blue.

Written all for you my love,
You're worth more than the universe.
Never been in love, but this could before SOMEONE out there!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
~~~<·>~~~

O, dear Lord, please give to me
the gracious spirit of fruit trees
they share their bounty
with those in need
without regard for
race or creed
spreading dappled
shades of gray
for weary travellers
on their way

~~ · ~~

the courage of a badger
o doughty soul!
a bear is routed from his hole!
he has a faith i do not know
without a Bible to tell him so

~~ · ~~

the wonder of a growing pearl
no such beauty in the world
it gets yet larger with each day
although it has no mouth to pray

~~ · ~~

the gentle nature of deep grass
which bends to allow
Your winds to pass
then stands again
with stately grace
to look again in
Your sun's face

~~ · ~~

the honesty of a sky of blue
the color reflects the truth of You

the freedom of a flock of birds
they have surely heard Your words

the cheerful ways of laughing brooks
passing boulders without looks

the industry of a little bee
the good of others all he sees

the patience of erroding wind
carving beauty in the end

the ferocity of love in bears
mothers die to show their care

the resounding strength
of a mountain range
wind or rain they seldom change

the wisdom of an ocean deep
it's secrets it will ever keep

~~ · ~~

all these things, i do believe,
my spirit will, in time, receive
it is Your will i must accept
as i do the
KINGDOM
You have kept



soulsurvivor
Catherine E Jarvis
(C) 5/27/1989
rewritten
(C) 7/15/2015
I was a heavy drinker
on the edge of alcoholism

After a very difficult time in my life
I went to a treatment center
in a tiny speck of a town
Wilcox, Arizona

I had my first spiritual awakening
in that place. I worked hard there
cooking and cleaning toilets
I don't believe I've ever been
happier in my life

I wrote this poem while there
It still brings tears to my eyes

~~~<·>~~~
I'm the irreverent boyscout you can't trust that's no help
Cowardice and gluttonous
But hell can I start a fire.
I don't listen, I'm not nice
purity I don't recognize.
I do my own thing,
I never courtesy.
Oh **** can I scream at wrongs.
I'm the grungy kind of disloyal,
You know the sin of the unclean.
My face is never cheerful
And I'm rude to everything.
A scout is
Rockie May 2015
The World is as of what you make it;
Would you like it to be a cheerful place?
Then The World is happy, as you make it that way.

The World is as of what you make it;
Would you like it to be an immature place?
Then The World is your playground, as you make it that way.

The World is as of what you make it;
Would you like it to be a creepy place?
Then The World is an Addams Family look-a-like, as you make it that way.

*The World is as of what you make it.
Have fun with it.
Commuter Poet Mar 2015
Today
With dignified steps
Advance cheerfully
Be bright
Respect others
Listen
Make today wonderful
Listen
Respect others
Be bright
Advance cheerfully
With dignified steps
Today
Written 5th April 2012
bluestarfall Feb 2015
Time* is in your pockets,

Hurry up and light the rockets,

Put your *emptiness
in the sockets,

Spread smiles and add jollity to the list of dockets,

Make a wish today, and wear your lucky lockets.
Let'em worry, you don't stop chasing what is yours.
MereCat Feb 2015
If only
I could put the corners of your eyes
Into words
They would be like
The skin that sits on custard
And crinkles
Or they would be
The shattering of sunlight
Over leaf-spears
That toy it apart into
Forkfuls of sweet butter
Or they would be
The winkles around the heart
Of a daffodil
One day growing,
The next dying
But always yellow

I don't much like the colour yellow
But there's a richness to it
And a glassiness
And an optimistic up-swing
That I see in the corners of your blue eyes

If only
I could put the corners of your eyes into words
Because we've all sold out
Of happy poems.
We've all sold out of happy poems
All the new poems on my feed this morning
Hated life
And most of my own do to
So
Why not
Try to amend this?
Jake Griffith Jan 2015
A genre unattended,
A policy proclaimed,
Where a light is shined,
Is where a life is gained.

So let’s attend the ball,
And lets set sail tonight,
So when all the bombs go off
We'll still be doing alright.

It may take a while,
Forever it may be,
But when we finally get there,
Oh what a sight it'll be.

Tears from people here below,
Dripping from the skies,
What a sight to see,
From our water-colored eyes.

We haven’t been forgotten yet,
But this we do not know,
It's but a mere assumption,
for the rain just turned to snow.

The boat started rocking,
Going from side to side,
In the ocean there’s a whirlpool
it developed from the tide.

I’m not one for prayer,
But I'll do it just for you.
If I make it to the gates
I hope it’s you I run into.

Now everything is frozen,
Now everything is white,
Pretty please don’t leave yet,
I won’t make it through the night.

The waters are still,
The sea is now calm,
I look around for you,
Sweat pouring from my palms.

I search throughout the boat,
But you I do not see,
The Sun lights the horizon,
So there you'll surely be.
GvSparx Jan 2015
She is herself

She does not care
about the money in the banks
Screams,
gets what she demands

She does not fear
unknown men she sees
Smiles,
melts their broken pieces

Now, that’s called swag
Now just read the bold. Whoa! It still tells the story.

Clad in icy pink, the little cheerful angel smiled at me ever so innocently. She called her mom and said "mom, uncle is standing in front of lift. I felt more wonderful about being smiled at than weird about being called uncle.

Don't you aspire to be like her?
#truestory #greypaper
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