#beams
The LIGHTHOUSE
BEAMS out a
BEACON OF LIGHT,
to direct SHIPS and MARINERS
during the
DARKENED NIGHT.
It helps to GUIDE THEM,
and gives
NAVIGATION,
On the SEAS, for the SHIPS
to their FINAL DESTINATIONS.
This POEM, that I write
is said to BE TRUE.
We are just like these SHIPS,
we need GUIDANCE TOO.
B.R.
Date: 07/3/2023
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
Go where the road untangles and unfurls
by those cliff side views over those blue curls
lit only by those high beams off those white pearls.
Only sense of direction is the road ahead
no going back just only forwards instead
as going prevents drifting to the sea bed.
The white sea foam crashes amongst the shore
those high beams persist only for Salvadore
the light bends around the corner then no more.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't really know what I'm trying to say here;}
every word in poetry
I want written on my stone in the cemetery
they fly in the perspective
in every human eye changed-disrespective
no faults on the creation all undeniable artistic behavior
faithful not for me loyalty not a word to my savior
hands barely reaching a touch
others marvelous not asking much
-------ravenfeels
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 6:36 PM UTC
her orb's silver beams
shall regale the sky's dark realm
a moon new in phase
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
On all the long roads traveled,
one must have dreams
for life without dreams,
is like living in
A cage that never opened.
Yes, life is, but dreams,
filled with memories
of the pasts or presents,
which are captured on films
and saved for tomorrow,
to smile with the younger
Self, in the light beams.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
A
S
w e
.tread
....along
...the paths
of life, comes
a time when roads
t u r n to z i g z a g s
sometimes beaten, painful
to walk on...and the blue sky
darkens to gray...and the clouds
hide from us, and the sun sets, and
we need arrows and rays to guide us
t h r o u g h:::::
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From nowhere
.........any hour
y o u appear
b r i g h t as
morning s u n
your BEAMS
ILLUMINATE
you are a light
that guides us
.....through the
[[[ D A R K ]]].
...For Timothy...
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
I keep the details dim
So on the outside looking in
Nothing is as at seems
Everything just beams
It all seems so copacetic
But it's really so pathetic
Before long I'll need a paramedic
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
°
***Eliza's wolf-dog howls to kin Moon
subjected to expertized vagrancy.***
^ ^
.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
Sunday morning.
You are fighting against
dreaming and sleeping.
Sunlight sends its beams
through the window.
You look at it half asleep
you see tiny little dots
dancing in the air
in the beams of the morning light
little dust fairies
with wings so fragile
a breath could destroy them.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Today I reach to the moon for its beams to wash upon my spirit, to cleanse my mind and soul.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
I ached for you last night,
and I yearned and I cried and I shaked for you last night.
I wanted nothing but to be near you,
to hear your heartbeat in your chest.
But I did not want to break you down,
or put this love to rest.
I dreamt of you lying beside me last night,
and I kissed you and I held you and I felt you last night.
I traced out the moon beams surrounding your spine,
and kissed every ligament, still hoping you're mine.
But before I could sleep, and before I could slumber,
I readied my mind and I phoned to your number.
I wanted you to come here to me,
and I wanted you to be near.
But with wanting and heartache I hung up that phone,
and I watched the blood moon appear.
(i.r)
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC