"gracefull" poems
after all the talking,
she saw an oportunity
he left a small door open,
it was so tiny, that she almost missed it
so she reach out and touch his soul
just for an instant, it was almost like a dream
like it didnt happen
it was lust and angels
is like you can touch the sky,
and as soon as you get close enough, you fall
but when you fall, you're numb
she could let herself dream, and make you laugh
be gracefull and delicate
she could be smart enough to know when to back off
and then you'll completely fall for her
but she's not that type of girl
the one that waits for a men to writte her a poem
she's the one that writes a poem about him
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
I'd pause as
you'd say Grace,
fork hovering in space
even though I didn't
hold that faith.
Call it gracefull,
and you were grateful,
You were great...
at times
Moody and complex
enough to frustrate...
at times
Changed my mind
on a lot of things,
changed it back again,
enigmatic to the end.
Faith restored and lost
When this Angel was sent.
So I utter this grace
to our beginning
and our end.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
Smile
a simple action
with such gracefull style
bringing lovely satisfaction
what brings it?
no will ever admit
every bit
comes in just a second of a split
what joy it brings
the whole thing
should be experinced by everyone
you'll never know it untill its begun.
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 10:06 AM UTC
I've not travelled much in this world,
I've seen/ and been part of many worldly states
I've beheld and been in her fair presence
Often without the courage nor words to express what I beheld.
Perchance I beheld her in a Buba, 'n once more
I stood there, lost for words, and thinking
Beautiful, Gorgeous, Elegant, Gracefull, Exquisite...
Yet something more there was beyond the Buba,
Something that transcended the dress,
Something that drew me beyond the dress,
Something radiant, soothing, persevering...
What I saw escapes my explication,
To comprehend the elegance,
For lack of a better word,
Just behold her and you'll understand.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
I listen to the sound of the breaking wave, smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the gracefull seagulls ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voice no strident car alarms
I sit in natures solitude enraptured by her charms
The sea reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold
I will never tire of these things though I grow grey and old
The first gleam of the evening star appears in the ever growing dark
And the golden crescent of the moon begins her journey through the night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charn
This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquillity and calm
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
Stand at the window as gracefull as I am watching as the waves go by passing my sight as I just look at the beauty
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
I know we are different
you and I.
you chasing everywhere
me standing perfectly still.
you move about your world
so different from mine.
your dreams are tainted
blue from the sky.
you are so close to the sun.
Yet I know how grounded I am
perhaps too close
to the roots of green earth.
I know you scare me.
but I will swallow my fears
like a pill.
and climb onto your flight.
we will soar upon
thermals from heaven.
Gliding like gracefull swallows.
And if ever I should fall
I will look into the
vastness of space.
And know that
I have been there
and it was you
who took me.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
*I know we are different
you and I.
you chasing everywhere
me standing perfectly still.
you move about your world
so different from mine.
your dreams are tainted
blue from the sky.
you are so close to the sun.
Yet I know how grounded I am
perhaps too close
to the roots of green earth.
I know you scare me.
but I will swallow my fears
like a pill.
and climb onto your flight.
we will soar upon
thermals from heaven.
Gliding like gracefull swallows.
And if ever I should fall
I will look into the
vastness of space.
And know that
I have been there
and it was you
who took me.*
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
someone once said to walk away from that which no longer makes you happy
I have lived my life
Obeying this wisdom
And I rarely miss
Those I walked away from.
Not because I stopped loving them
Not necessarily because I don't care
But I lost my attachment
Willingly and gracefully
And send them all the best
And hoped they would do well
For themselves.
But what about those few
Who never leave you
No matter how far you ran.
No matter how angry you were
Or how many reasons you had
To stay angry.
I've left situations that
I thought I would never dismiss.
Never looking back
Knowing I just did the impossible.
But what about those few
Who show up in my dreams
Greet my thoughts
First thing in the morning
And haunt me through out the day
Having less than enough reason
To stay in my mind?
What do you still have
To say for yourself?
Is it just that I never should've left
In the first place?
Is it a lesson the same way I teach them?
fine if you believe it to be true, let's test it
Am I now getting a taste of my own medicine?
If I truly believed I could just run off
And really leave it all behind me
As just a bad taste in my mouth?
The lesson being
That if I truly belief it to be true,
It must be tested.
And the universe threw all it's power on me
And gently caught me
As I caved under the pressure
Of my own stubborness.
What's there left to say now?
I can reason what I did perfectly.
It all makes sense.
I had no business in that business.
Except for your gracefull existance.
I had to follow my potential
Which is ironically going to waste
As I'm still not living up to it.
I had no space to co-exist in your life
Nor was it my place
I was just the maid
But ironically you still exist in mine.
And no matter how much
I wish you'd leave my
My mind, my dreams,
No matter how much I wish
To stop feeling that sensation
That turns in to an image of you,
It never ends.
so please, just tell me what you came for. I'm tired of fighting, you won. Just tell me and I'll give in; just make this stop
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
*I know we are different
you and I.
you chasing everywhere
me standing perfectly still.
you move about your world
so different from mine.
your dreams are tainted
blue from the sky.
you are so close to the sun.
Yet I know how grounded I am
perhaps too close
to the roots of green earth.
I know you scare me.
but I will swallow my fears
like a pill.
and climb onto your flight.
we will soar upon
thermals from heaven.
Gliding like gracefull swallows.
And if ever I should fall
I will look into the
vastness of space.
And know that
I have been there
and it was you
who took me*
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC