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She grows where only the wild roses dare.
Showing slenderness and beauty where only true beauty can.
The wild winds bear down to away and uproot her.
But never swaying, standing tall and strong.
She grows out of the wilderness with pure grace.
Moving through the meadows as willed by heaven and earth.
Those few are shown beauty in the darkest of monents.
She is beauty and truth where nothing else dares.
ArthurDKid Jun 2015
Stands tall around me are walls I built.
A protection from thorny hands I seek.
Numbness and wittiness I picked.
To survive world of treachery and trick.

I jolt on the wall that loudly crackling.
They waggled in continuous pounding.
Crooked long veins sudden witnessing.
Having these walls crumpled is frightening.

Like every king's gate, I put faith in it.
Believing could make it strong a bit.
I prepare myself through fear I met.
Must face anything my fate would get.

Few monents passed, the pounding has stopped.
Leaves my mind with question why sudden nap.
Curiosity drove me to wall to tap.
Bricks fall down to earth with loud thundering clap.

Blinded by light, my eyes try to open.
Finds laying on ocean of buds a maiden.
Her tired blooded hands made my heart broken.
Tears fell out of my eyes, felt the pain.

I caress her while I moan.
Wishing the walls had never shown.
Looking back at my life I created and own.
Learning my life is like a stone.

The angels from the above cry,
making her body clean and spirit fly.
Having me touched, she doesn't deserve to die.
"Give us another chance!" my eyes won't dry.
Written in year 2009. Shared in sites I don't remember. first long poem written.
Kwanele Jun 2017
" I'd rather be with you but I can't  "

She said this to me,
this was when everything was okay between us,
I miss these moments,
I miss her and these moments,
I miss her in these moments.
I miss her and the monents she was true to herself.
I miss her and the moments where she told me what I needed to hear.
I miss her.
I miss her so much.
I miss her and the moments when she would picks fights with me because she knew I would fight for her.
I miss her and the moments where she would pick fights with me because in those moments she was standing up for herself.
I miss her.
I miss her.
I just wish she missed me.
I miss her.
I just wish she'd let this be.
I miss her so much.
I miss her because this hurts
Allen Robinson Sep 2016
Regrets can leave you
wondering, yearning
and often wishing

You can never get back
what you never put out
this is so very true

Those LOST MOMENTS
are fleeting yet powerful
reminders of failure

Failure to act, be assertive
or man up to the situation
that you long to control

That special one or certain
opportunity skipped over
due to simple fear

How different might things
have been if you just went
for it without reservation

Guilt as defined your soul
the one who answers for
those LOST MONENTS.
Love;

It may not be there-

Tomorrow
Tonight
A few monents from now.

Seize it.
Seize love.

Carpe Amor.
ahh yes, in your days of this earth, you seize love
THERE WAS I

There was I walking down the street
With a gift for my mother at that time
Nothing different than the day before
Tomorrow only promising weather fine

As I walked around a corner she did too
Eyes met in a somewhat welded gaze
Two souls for unknown reasons now one
As a normal dull day became a day of glaze

Both not staring rather facinated to be true
Eventually a mention of coffee came to be
God being as it's written is all things on earth
As natural as mountains oxygen the very sea

Sublime monents blended into one at this time
And as naturally as God is upon this very earth
Regardless of religions imagination two now one
A friendship of higher than comprehentions worth

An ordinary day in every way when around a corner
Came a reason then now to feel just so very alive
Unexplainable happenings in life how they provide
A reason not to just live but to have two hearts thrive

                   terrence michael sutton
                                              Copyrght 2018

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