"jdoyle" poems
In the Night
A velvet sky weeps silent tears,
For spirits lost before sunrise,
A broken soul of tortured fears,
With golden hair and azure eyes,
Once more forgotten, left behind,
Discarded dreams of yesterday,
Never to look for, not to find,
A morning’s peace or a new day,
The moon it whispers a lullaby,
To the lost and lonely child,
Sleep and be still, now don’t you cry,
There’s hope tomorrow running wild.
JDoyle
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 5:53 AM UTC
A new moon rises though we don’t see,
Beginnings are always cloaked in dark,
Never be fearful of what might be,
There don’t really have to be a spark,
Sit in the darkness, you’ll understand,
The seed germinates in utter black,
A new life growing, soon to stand,
There’s always a growth for every lack,
And when time is over, we do not fade,
We had our chance to laugh and sing,
Our love forever lives in the shade,
Don’t worry what the night may bring,
For blackest times are the natural state,
Darkness is only an absent light,
But you never have to accept your fate,
And there’s nothing missing in the night.
JDoyle
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 2:46 PM UTC
What more is there to say?
The sun is shining bright,
The day is getting warm,
Promised a starry night,
Hey there, come on this way!
What else is there to do???
When you are here with me,
And I am here with you,
And we only have one day!
Just one quick life to live,
A minute of your time?
There’s nothing more to give,
And yet, you know I may,
Lead you somewhere far,
To a wilderness unknown,
Or to dangle from a star,
Cause life does go astray,
But we have just begun,
We’ll end up somewhere new,
Where all’s not said and done.
JDoyle
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
I thought I saw a fairy fly,
Out my window in the sun,
A glitter, a flit, caught my eye,
Quick to my door I gave a run,
I think I heard a laughing sprite,
As the wind so softly blew,
The morning sun was shining bright,
With promises and magic too,
I’m sure I spied the little elf,
Lounging in a daffodil,
Happily there all by herself,
I think that she may be there still.
JDoyle
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC
I am a restless wanderer,
And I wonder often too,
I wander where I want to,
And I wonder what to do,
I wander up the mountain,
Then I wonder what is true,
I wander down the river,
And wonder at the water blue,
I wander through the valley,
And I wonder point of view,
I wander ever farther,
And I wonder questions through,
I wander where my heart leads,
And I wonder that way too.
JDoyle
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 8:24 AM UTC