#wonderous
Words are so powerful, they can be forged into beautiful things. They can hold so much emotion, like anger, sadness, and joy. its wonderous that just a few symbols on a page can hold so much power. Words forge stories and poems. Quotes and riddles. So writers keep writing! Readers keep reading! Words are there to support you when needed, you can dive into a book and escape reality for a while, write a poem and get those emotions out or simply read. words can be sung in a song, written down by hand, or simply told by tounge. They can be kind and they can be mean. They can be quiet as a mouse, or as loud as the rolling of thunder. All around us in our day to day lives we see them, hear them, and read them. Whether on billboard signs, the side of trains, on our phones or computers, in books and even on the screen of a TV. They hold power. They can condemn someone, brighten someone's day, inspire someone and they can even cause populations of people to rise up to something. Let the emotions in the words pour out around you. let them consume you. Let them comfort you. make someone's day better. Words are powerful. All we have to do is read them
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC
Like the arcane of the worlds
You were mysterious and captivating
Magic yearning to be explored, to be captured
I stayed to study and observe all of your essence
Weaving signs and symbols that my eyes memorized
Speaking ancient words of forgotten love
That only my heart can understand
The source of all of that is unknown and magical
Created between us
Enchanting what was already enchanted
Ensnaring what was already ensnared
The art of invoking stars and wonders
Existed long within your eyes
That hexed me, held me
You cast what you desired
But you didn't know
I was already yours
You never needed the universe's secrets
To achieve what we both wanted
Go ahead and perform the occult
But you were too late
The love was there inside
Before you even touched a book
You didn't need an ingredient or secrecy
For this familiar that you summoned
To be forever yours
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 11:55 AM UTC
Sept. 5th, 2020, 6:35am (wondrous palette)
the sun risen, but a solid foothold as of yet unestablished;
the new day’s skies borrow coloration from nearby sources,
no unique identity bright enough as of yet to call its own;
thin cumulus streaks, striate against an unidentifiable blue
paleness, more to contrast than to claim, “here we are!
the bay is in labor: multi hues of blue intermingle, as the
light illuminates each part differentially; soon enough,
one hue will come to dominate, just like you, soon enough,
a single hue will dominate, and this day will be distinct,
and who knows? perhaps even distinctive enough to be
memorialized.
minute to minute is the ever changing interplay; unlike a
human, this rapidity maturation is unafraid to experiment
with new combinations but-based on prior recalled self-
examination; something on the water, a small boat low and
close flat to the surficial; a skiff, a rowboat with no oars,
drifting, languishing on the fishing spot, unmoving unhurried
humans aboard, thinking, this is the good way to start living
*last comment; tiny hinting shades of violet, pink and orange
exist, hard to discern so well blended are they with the norm
of broader blue and vanilla white and then all readily apparent!
this is the new days message, we are what we appear to be,
one earth, one sky, indivisible but born from* a wondrous palette;
*and so yet another first poem of the day is created, a verbal
prélude, étude, unique but a product of its many ancestral
predecessors, just like*, we the people.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 7:01 AM UTC
My Lord the Redeemer,
Lord God my Deliverer.
Reaching down from above,
As graceful as a dove,
Never ceasing with Your love.
I owe it all to You,
Because when I was sitting on that pew,
You called me into life anew.
You washed away my sins,
Life You breathed within.
On calvary hill,
You were still,
Lord You bowed to the Father's will.
You died for my sins;
Laid in a tomb,
In which You did not stay,
You rose again that glorious third day!
In Heaven You are,
Waiting for me,
To bow my heart, and bend the knee.
I worship You Lord,
Because all that for love,
The least I could do,
Is praise Your name above.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
S h e h a d d r e a m t o f i t a l l o f h e r l i f e .
O n e d a y h e r j o y t o b e a w i f e .
A l i t t l e g i r l w i t h w o n d e r s t o f a c e .
S o l o v i n g .
S o k i n d .
S u c h a w o n d r o u s c h i l d .
P l a y i n g f o r e v e r a l l a l o n e .
P l a s t i c c h i l d r e n n o w , o n e d a y h e r o w n .
A l i t t l e g i r l l o v e w o u l d b e h e r g o a l .
S u c h l o v e .
S u c h k i n d n e s s .
S u c h a w o n d r o u s c h i l d . .
I s o l a t e d . A l o n e l y l i t t l e m i s s .
W i t h a c h i l d h o o d o f p r a c t i c e .
A i m s s e t a t s u c h a t e n d e r a g e .
S o m u c h l o v e t o g i v e .
S o m u c h k i n d n e s s t o s h a r e .
S u c h a w o n d r o u s c h i l d .
Y e a r s r o l l e d a l o n g s o f a s t .
T h e m a n o f h e r d r e a m s a r r i v e d a t l a s t .
F i n a l l y h e r d r e a m s w e r e r e a l i z e d .
I n l o v e w i t h h i m .
H i m s o k i n d .
S u c h a w o n d r o u s h e r o .
S o h a p p y a n d s o c o n t e n t .
W a s h e a v e n s e n t o n a p l a t e .
A w e d d i n g t o b e a t t h e m a l l .
T h e y l o v e d .
K i n d r e d s p i r i t s .
S u c h a w o n d e r f u l m a r r i a g e .
T h e n e w s w i p e d a w a y h e r d r e a m s .
H e r m e m o r i e s w e r e a l l e x t r e m e s .
W o n d e r i n g w h a t s h e h a d d o n e .
H e l o v e d t o r o a m .
W a s k i n d t o o t h e r s .
S u c h w a s h i s d e m e a n o u r .
C h i l d l e s s w a s t o b e h e r r o l e .
T h e b e a t i n g s h a d t a k e n a t o l l .
H e h a d t a k e n a w a y h e r d r e a m s .
Y e t s h e s t i l l l o v e d h i m .
K i n d n e s s n o m o r e .
S h e w a s s u c h a w o n d r o u s t a r g e t .
W a r n i n g s h a d g o n e a s t r a y .
F r o m f r i e n d s s h e h a d h i d a w a y .
S t i l l u n a b l e t o w a l k a w a y .
H o p i n g f o r h i s l o v e .
S h e d r e a m t h e w a s k i n d .
S u c h a w o n d r o u s d r e a m e r .
S h e l i v e s i n a n o t h e r w o r l d n o w .
S u c h m e m o r i e s a s w h y ? A n d h o w ?
A l i t t l e g i r l w i t h w o n d e r s t o f a c e .
S o l o v i n g .
S o k i n d .
S u c h a t r a g i c d r e a m e r .
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
I'm just listening to Counting Crows,
and I get this feeling,
That I am so close to understanding,
Something, myself? Something.
And it leads to this eerie feeling of contentedness,
In the darkness.
But I'm just a step behind,
And the more I think, the more...
I lose my way, The more I question,
instead of listen.
But it scares me to let such a moment pass,
without pursuing... it.
Whatever it is.
Poetry? I think not,
Just splutter along the road of my soul.
Sure to be meaningless in the end, but,
Looking at it now, looking back a bit...
Oh to be **** half in the past,
And nirvana just out there,
A bit further along the way.
Almost childly, I blindly,
Reach my hand out and up,
Hoping that I'll be able to grasp the Sun,
As if I won't get burnt,
That since it seems so close,
I just need to grasp,
and the world will be mine.
But some things are not for mortals.
And demons, like kids,
Must too, one day,
Wake up.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
Into the night
we danced with monsters,
we danced with them
till the morning light.
As they flash their eyes
something precious dies
in my aging heart,
that knows the limits
of wondrous art.
We danced like the flames
we roared like the beasts.
We jumped and we shouted
hand and in hand
those monsters and we.
We exploded like stars
blazing throughout the night.
With monsters we danced,
till morning light.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
Woman of my imagination's dreams
How did you find me?
How do I know you?
Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
It is you I have longed for
Yet still I long for you
Woman of my imagination's dreams
Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
How you have loved me
Yet how I have loved you
Woman of my dreams
(For S.....)
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC