"thunderstruck" poems
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
They didn't like me for covering up
So the next day I turned to them, vulnerable
Stripped from my veiled self, humbled my eyes, shared the sweetness of my speech as if we have shared the same womb
In exchange, I obtained angry faces, eyes heavy on madness, deaf by the screaming of their own cries
In the raw I stood there, thunderstruck
Reckless tongues spitting words as if destruction lit itself on fire
Now I realize, perhaps it was not the soul but the body they desire
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 9:00 AM UTC
NGUS'S ******
YEAH IT'S FUN TO SEE ANGUS'S AC/DC'S ******
HE FELT HE WAS WEIRD, BUT ALSO FELT QUITE COOL
CAUSE AS HE DANCES HIS COOL DANCE STYLE
OFF WENT HIS PANTS TO SEE HIS COOL JOCKS
HE PARTIES UP, YEAH HE PARTIES DOWN
AND HE PARTIES RIGHT WHERE ANY CONSERVOS FROWN
AND IT'S COOL TOO SEE ANGUS'S ACCA DACCA ****** YEAH
YA SEE HE TAKES HIS HAND AND RIPS THE SHIRT FROM HIS BACK
AND THEN SANG OUT THE FLAMING WORDS, WE GOT THE JACK
PLAYING WITH HIS JOCKS, THE ACCA DACCA JOCKS
RUNNIG AROUND SINGING HIS HEAVY METAL SOUND
PRETTY COOL, FOR A ACCA DACCA SINGER LIKE HIM, DUDES
NOW HE IS PLAYING THE GUTAR WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE
AND AS HIS ****** LOOK COOL INDEED
COOL INDEED COOL INDEED COOL INDEED
ANGUS YOUNG IS MIGHTY COOL INDEED
SHOOT TO **** WE BREAK NO RULES
I DID BUT ONLY THE MORALIC RULE
ANGUS'S ****** OOPS HIS JOCKS
GO HOME AND READ FOX IN ANGUS'S ******
YEAH IT'S FUN TO SEE ANGUS'S AC/DC'S ******
HE FELT HE WAS WEIRD, BUT ALSO FELT QUITE COOL
CAUSE AS HE DANCES HIS COOL DANCE STYLE
OFF WENT HIS PANTS TO SEE HIS COOL JOCKS
HE PARTIES UP, YEAH HE PARTIES DOWN
AND HE PARTIES RIGHT WHERE ANY CONSERVOS FROWN
AND IT'S COOL TOO SEE ANGUS'S ACCA DACCA ****** YEAH
YA SEE HE TAKES HIS HAND AND RIPS THE SHIRT FROM HIS BACK
AND THEN SANG OUT THE FLAMING WORDS, WE GOT THE JACK
PLAYING WITH HIS JOCKS, THE ACCA DACCA JOCKS
RUNNIG AROUND SINGING HIS HEAVY METAL SOUND
PRETTY COOL, FOR A ACCA DACCA SINGER LIKE HIM, DUDES
NOW HE IS PLAYING THE GUTAR WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE
AND AS HIS ****** LOOK COOL INDEED
COOL INDEED COOL INDEED COOL INDEED
ANGUS YOUNG IS MIGHTY COOL INDEED
SHOOT TO **** WE BREAK NO RULES
I DID BUT ONLY THE MORALIC RULE
ANGUS'S ****** OOPS HIS JOCKS
GO HOME AND READ FOX IN
YEAH I LOVE ICE CREAM
AND I LOVE LIFE GOING ON ADVENTURES
I LOVE CONCERTS, I HEAR CANBERRA
SAYING, LET'S PUT ON POISON CONCERT
FOR BRIAN ALLAN AND AC/DC CONCERT FOR
BRIAN ALLAN AND TWISTED SISTER FOR BRIAN ALLAN
YEAH, I STILL LOVE HEAVY METAL MUSIC, BETTER
THAN THE ARMY, I LIKE LIVE CONCERTS
I THINK IT'S RATHER GRAND
HEARING, THE CROWD YELL ANGUS ANGUS ANGUS
LIKE THE ****** BURGER ANGUS
I ALSO HATE DAD'S VOICE SAYING YOUR LIUKE ME AND MUMMY BRIAN
I LOVE HEAVY METAL AND I AM HEARING THUNDERSTRUCK AT PRESENT
I AM NOT LIVING IN THE PAST
I AM LIVING IN THE PRESENT FOR A PRESENT
I PREFER HEAVY METAL, I ALWAYS LIKED HEAVY METAL
BETTER THAN THE ARMY, I KNOW THEY ****
BUT WHERE'S THE THRILL, HEAVY METAL MUSIC IS SOOOO COOOOOL
LET'S PARTY PARTY PARTY ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
I WILL CLEAN MY HOUSE LATER, AC/DC ARE MORE IMPORTANT MATE
BEING COOL IS MORE IMPORTANT AT PRESENT
I LOVE ACCA DACCA, THEY ARE ****** RADICALLY AWESOME DUDE
HEAVY METAL GOES UP, HEAVY METAL GOES DOWN
HEAVY METAL IS PLAYED NICE AND LOUD
AND THEV SCREAM OUT TO THE REAL LIFE CROWD
YEAH ACCA DACCA ARE COOL
WE ARE GETTING RID OF DADS OLD FOGIE
LIKING MY LITTLE CLEANER 24 HOURS A DAY
I KNOW I MIGHT HAVE WANTED THAT, TIMES CHANGE, DUDE
ACCA DACCA ARE RAD
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
"BUG"
I saw a Bug Battle,
in the cracks of the street Blood and Struggle
Their plastic screams and cellophane curses were almost like yours and mine.
Until a brave one crawled to my ear,
and he told me of his trial in the street crack theater,
I grinned as if I cared, he smiled like he had the time
He said "in whose camp does your banner fly, and can I have you on my side?"
He loaded a Pistol while I replied:
I said: I'm anti-pro no shout catechist, so keep your pamphlets political activist,
You take your cause for lack of a purpose in life,
pursuit of happiness, "eudemonia" good spiritedness
you're living proof that ignorance aint bliss
Pray "Libira nos a malo!" and Free Tibet!
But you never prayed for the souls with affixed Bayonets;
so I wave like the man being shot from the cannon;
born on this chunk of warm rock hurling through nothing;
who only on the front of spirit can fight;
Storm the Bastille of desperate life;
and dance in the street every night till the day I die.
The Bug Replied:
Know All, Know all, in the dialog to win,
two grants are a Franklyn one Lincoln's just a fin?
Posit value for this bug since you're so well balanced,
gaining perspective from the outermost valence;
you never killed what you eat and confuse "labor with action,"
but you think you're to evolved to fight for my faction;
We're currency baby as we live and breed,
BASTILLE for you ATTICA for me!
better get in the frae my anti anti teacher
before it ***** you along with every other fighting creature;
I'm going back to me cell where I breathe a little freer;
but let me give a final though like I'm Jerry Springer:
If happiness is purpose than you can call my purpose love,
to survive I fight the Battle and to me you're the bug.
Thunderstruck, I sat on the curb,
realizing I could be a "social surd;"
then I saw my small confessor get killed in a raid;
I would have stomped out his assassin if I wasn't so afraid;
instead I rose to my feet, and walked straight home,
locked myself in, and wrote out this song,
I think of the bug while I'm dancing in the street,
every time my neighbor throughs a sneaker at me;
I feel his wrestles spirit longing to fight,
while I'm drinking and singing in the middle of the night,
than it hits me:
The bug was right
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
You screamed at me
As the tears slowly
Streamed from your eyes
And you never told me why
All you told me is
Don't be like me baby boy
Grow up and be smart
So your kids won't steal toys
A walking habit
A flying contradiction
You left me dying
When you were in prison
A child of the night
Soul flooding with pain
Overflowing into fights
Eyes red from the strain
Child born from the sandbox
Spirit living parallel to muck
Down the slide he was caught
He was mentally thunderstruck
Then the facade began to rust
I attempted to resist the talk
A broken necklace like our trust
You left me in the pine box
Buried alive
Barely alive
Dirt in my nails
As I climb
Buried alive
Barely alive
Dirt in my nails
As I climb
What did a child mean to you
You told me don't be afraid
But I was too used to you
Then you were taken away
Old playgrounds left in your wake
Stressed out generational swings
Much like the mood we would play
Then see what the enemy brings
Kites down with bullet holes
Too hungry with no cereal
Serial killers fill the room
Face to face with true doom
Sleeping every night
Dreaming about you
Played football all the time
Played and lived for you
You shook your head at me
Wondering how I turned out this way
All you remember is feeding me
Happy Meals, lies, and games
Disappointment you said you feel
You gave me wounds that wont heal
Sword at my throat, once a shield
Then I was thrown into the fields
My eyes are older and colder
6 year old left to the slaughter
The old you, well I adore her
You sold her off then I bought her
As a child soldier, on my knees
Begging at the steps of the city
Grabbed my gun then squeezed
If anyone dared show any pity
The priest touched me and never loved me
Used the book as an excuse to continue the abuse
Left bruises all over me, left me weak and ******
Then I went back to my cousins room and found my tools
Tools to find a new way
Foster homes not the way
Never found a way to pray
Today was lived yesterday
Broke the latch on my casket
Master would never have it
My old rose, oh I grabbed it
Threw it down then laughed at it
I turned out just like you
No I turned out much worse
I don't see a thing in you
Take it for what it's worth
The playground is closed
It went with you long ago
My heart broke with my soul
Then was rebuilt by the crows
Followed you wherever you would go
If only you would have come to know
The ways in which I'd come to grow
Before the playground closed
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
With the curves of her body,
Ten thousand men could fall.
A vision so sublime,
Swaggered into the bar.
Oh, her perfume!
Her perfectly painted lips!
The hypnotizing eyes!.....
smote the drooling regulars.
"Guarana". She ordered.
"No **** Amarula on my bill"
Offered the usually quiet Baba Jemo.
"And a pack of Guarana to take home"
Added 'Fisi' Johny the local mechanic.
With a smile that could melt Antarctica's ice,
She accepted the two stooges' offer.
Just as they were marrying their stools to her's
There bounced in a striking gentleman
"Sorry honey, i was caught in traffic.
Can we go to a better pub?"
With Amarula on her right hand,
A twelve pack of Guarana on his left,
They legged it out holding hands,
Leaving my silly two thunderstruck,
As I handed them the bill.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Like an electron
I spin around you
in every direction
Like a proton
you drag me towards you
in elliptical fashion
Like an electron
I can cross the world
in a blink of an eye
I'd be free like a bird
without you nearby
But lost and orbitless
Forlorn and worthless
You are the source of all I seek
My existence is limited to your proximity
I see infinity in your raging light
yet ALL you see is my negativity ...
Your love is my specific energy
Thunderstruck me
Shifted me to a higher level
Into resonance
Your hand in mine in synergy
Perfectionised me
Turning every flaw into a marvel
Into excellence
As i watch the time pass
as you slowly lose your positivity
I'll abuse myself to earn some mass
or try to reach some kind of neutrality
'cause I see divinity in your loving heart
but all you CAN see is my negativity ..
Yet I will keep rotating willingly
Until you free me from my stupidity
~Epic Monkey
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
tidal pool of light
gathers round my feet as day evaporates
without sound it echoes in my minds eye
a thousand years breathed in a single moment
the weight of worlds falling within
the graceful collapse of a single feather touching
like tender kiss tumbling lost
like me
to the same battered wood floor
she once laid in such divine supplicant pose
bare to the golden light as i am now
and for a fleeting moment i share imagined space with
her presence
i can feel thunderstruck awe of her casual passing through this place
she
she
but as the tidal pool of days end dries
to the inky darkness
and the moment of perceived shared destiny's fades
i gather one last kiss to her soft hand
one last fare thee well
for one so loved and yet so lost
left behind all delusion
that i could deny you anything you desired
i forgive you for being the object of my affections
i forgive you for being the crux of my self illusion
i forgive you for being the thousand years i breathed in that moment
i say goodnight
because you are...
i kiss you goodnight
because you once were the...
tidal pool of golden warm light now gone
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
A haggard angel
Stands behind my back.
Is it me or you?
For three decades
She had graced me
With words of love
And fits of anger.
I helped create her
And yet hurt her .
And suddenly, she turns
Away from me,
Still loving me, I think.
But all she wants,
She tells me bitterly,
Is to be alone.
She leaves and I wonder
If she will ever return.
I stand on a garish train,
Thunderstruck, unmoving,
As I watch her storm away.
Suddenly, I feel what she does—
The pain and sadness.
I created her long ago
And know why she is livid.
And now she returns the hurt,
Leaving me as the empty one,
My insides vacuum up sorrow.
Am I now the angel,
Fallen and haggard?
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
The Banshee screamed
a song of sirens, chasing us down
the scenic route, out of a state
filled with grape vines laden
with last year’s shriveled raisins,
and lake shores made of unrefined gravel
and severed beaver’s feet.
Her shriek descended
on the windshield, a shower
of arrows off of a warring
edifice and the wind whipped
them in torrents, sewing a shredded dress
for her raging and thunderstruck body.
We were sun-burnt
and laughing, at two ponies
jumping 4ft fences and the twenty
turkey vultures circling
a mating ground made of a tree carcass
filled with nests and courting rituals.
The tolls to cross
the border were left way past
the back seat. So we soon forgot
about rain-washed vineyards
and houses filled to the brim
with empty birdcages
and broken porcelain dolls.
And as she drove,
my friend said that one
of our tires was grinding
and that we were 300 miles past
an oil change. But the Banshee
soon lost to the lake
and drown with the rest
of her drunken, scurvy sailors.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
There are places
where my heart ripped out of my chest by my hands in a fit of clarity ,
i yearned to see what kept me alive, with blood dripping from my fingertips
and splashing onto my coat in artistic nonchalance
the beat, beat , beat , of my only heart
the beat , beat , beat , of my time keeper
the beat , beat , beat , drip , drip , drip , silent watcher of ****** functions
seeping onto the floor are the unwritten lines that flow into vein like patterns, as if the blood tries to reach the sea,
only backwards - the pool spreads around my feet
away the streams run
criss crossing like rivers from a plane
oxtail islands form with inlets that lead to dead end forests that spring up spontaneously on either side of the waters flow
get lost in the forest - only to find more forest
twinkling lights of skies dawn appear in the slipstreams and mountain ravines form slowly ,
valleys carved from the still beating *****
i wrap the contents in a plastic bag and put it in my coat pocket
so maybe i’ll remember that i’m beating my drum to my final beat
which will ring out -
oh patient heart
oh , oh , oh , peaceful heart
full of yearnings for untainted love
untouched , touched by malice
touched by dandelions drifting seeds
oh patient heart
fill up your lungs with night falls dew point air ,
and falling stars falling still
into my eyes that explode
with the light of a million suns
they burn.
they burn.
they burn.
without the embers of loves hope
i would surely stop right now
slide the knife into the flesh
hope for the best
what a wicked thing to do - to make me dream of you
the fall
the thunderstruck tower of loves , loves touch
send shivers up my spine and into the neuron pathways of tickled pink touches
and strange worlds open up
synapse exchange - electronic turns chemical and back again all too soon
lightning flashes without thunders encore
dappled light hits the spiders hammock
old ladies weave their dried up tears into jumpers
grandmas and grandpa’s their stories outshines the children they bear
what burden to carry on the shelf of self.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
*baffled befuddled
bewildered
addled
aghast
appalled
astonished
surprised
taken aback
thrown
thunderstruck
uncertain
I wonder why there so many word that mean the exact same thing,then I remember because there so many ways to tell a story.
A tale told by one and understood by many,
A tale told by many and grasped by one
A tale told by the broken and comprehended by all.
so I am dazed,
Dazed by the fact I am in pain
Pain brought about by love
Love the universal language
a language I seem not to understand .
I rest my fears here,
I rest my pains here,
I rest my bewilderment here,
For love told Rumi;"there is nothing that is not me",be silent
And so shall I...... Be silent.*
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
lie with me
until the moon says it's last goodbye
and the sun peeks his head up
hoping to catch his lover before she leaves
then lie with me longer
kiss me
like the wave kisses the beach
drawing in then drawing out
never ending their dance
then kiss me longer
hold me
as the earth holds the tree
never letting go
even through the roughest storm
then hold me harder
love me
with the passion of a thousand summer thunderstorms
a mix of every emotion
fighting for dominance
then love me harder
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC
There’s something ample between us
Hotter than a white tipped flame
I feel we’re riding on the cusp
Of love
Where our hearts collide and burst
More than a thirst; that can be quenched.
Alas
I do not know
To the extent of which we’ll grow
Unforeseen probabilities
Get the best of me.
Mystified by your psyche
Stitched so carefully
Pieces of you
Trace me
Goose bumps arise
If only comprehensible
I become stupefied
When I look into your eyes.
Thunderstruck!
In the times of delight
Can’t it?
Won’t it?
Just might…
I hold on
With a mental grip
Too paradoxical to make sense
To the notion of our
Love.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
Captured by our love
we share an esoteric
connection that only
we can understand
Thunderstruck by a
beauty inside & out
a mesmerizing trait
shared by very few
Opposites in some
manners yet common
simultaneous thoughts
flow between us.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
Why am I ugly?
Am I a beautiful creature?
Or a disastrous piece of trash?
I'm no handsome person
Do these things really have a factor?
The looks? wealth? or their past?
Because this things really stood out
I don't deserve to have a Snow White
No one seems to like me except my family and my God
I look like a bacteria attacking your body
Waiting for someone to sterilize me
And slowly die and she's now happy
We mingled together
Like in a span of 120 days
In which the erythrocytes die and be replaced again
In order for you to be healthy again, EMOTIONALLY HEALTHY
My life today is ****
Always be excreted
Meant to be excreted
Feelings to be excreted not to be recycled
My feelings are easily produced
When you see and feel that girl who is special
Your heart beats fast
And nervous like watching a horror movie
I received a thunderstruck
A scar to the heart
An emotion that couldn't be determined
A HEART BREAK
I am an ugly duckling
I look **** and ******
With a face that looks like rice fields and corn fields
No one cares
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Rainclouds form,
in a grey skied mind,
pouring down,
is so unkind,
crystal ball tears,
& lightning fears,
emotionally you're mind reading,
indigo ink is quickly bleeding,
your touch you know I'm needing,
a premonition was imprinted,
on your darkened heart,
& doomed us right,
from the start,
I crash to the ground
in a deafening sound,
thunderstruck,
endings ****
& so does luck,
I'm ripped apart at the seams,
shattering my broken dreams,
of ever finding the way,
to your sea,
& ever hoping my heart,
will finally be free.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
Roaming this earth with eyes wide open
Each step leading to an inevitable conclusion
Praying, wishing, hoping
To be vanquished from delusion
Apologetically inclined to greet the masses
With whom there could be no substitution
Allowing me my penance
For a most obscure intrusion
Announcing my presence the only solution
No witchcraft involved or magical potion
Just plain and simple
A raise and promotion
Bewildering faces at the thought or the notion
No dry eye in sight
Nay a gentle touch
Nor equivalent motion
An overlooked confession
An unwanted devotion
That inevitably always leads
To a misguided explosion
Thunderstruck and moved by emotion
Brisk and alive we set aside our aggression
And conduct without hesitation
The mathematical quotient
A perfect infusion of time and of space
Taught only at the most expensive institutions
Or figured out in Layman's terms
By just listening to our intuition
Praying, waiting, wishing, hoping.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Thunder [x10]
I was caught
In the middle of my dream
(thunder)
I looked round
Hit with fear and excitement, I did scream
(thunder)
My mind raced
As I sat up in my room
(thunder)
And I knew
Tonight, our egoes come to a doom
(thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beating in the clouds
Oh thunder, what fun
It gave me a start
I've been
Thunderstruck
Building buildings and highways
Tainting jungles, moulding towns
We think, urbanisation'll fix us, yeah fix us,
and it would be fun
We set big goals
"Re"claimed land to build architectural marvels so fine
Broke all the rules
But weren't we the fools?
No no we, we, we didn't use our minds
And they were shaking all the trees
Witnessing this, I was pleased
Irate nature is feisty, not kind
I've been
Thunderstruck
And they were shaking all the trees
Witnessing this, I was pleased
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
It's alright, we're doin' fine
It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, may we be, may we be
Thunderstruck, I've been Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
I've been Thunderstruck
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Pictures with smiles
Captured that moment in time
But look into my eyes
To see the truth that lies beneath
I wonder if I can set sail
Without the winds drawing me
Back to the looming shadow
That I'm anchored to
When the sun goes down
I know I'm safe and sound
Even when the sun comes round
I'm in trouble
I hide behind this veil
Like a thunderstruck willow
One day I can lift this shroud
And see the world not through
Swollen eyes of red and blue
Mundane days for me
Are nightmares to you
Please put me in an eternal dream
With freedom just like you
Fists of fury
Do I deserve it
Love is life
And nothings perfect
Eggshells broken
I didn't mean for that
You push me back
Before I can say sorry
Stories and films
They don't see
What love is like
This is love to me
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
Her eyes so blue shimmering in the day
Never have i loved the simplicity
Thunderstruck and blinded nothing to say
Lustful my heart is in captivity
The touch of another is so warming
I feel as if my heart is set on fire
Softness of her skin is so adoring
I have nothing but such erg and desire
A rush of happiness flows inside me
Whenever she smiles i cant help myself
If you were to look even you would see
That the love in her eyes could **** oneself
You will lavish in fear but never leave
Those beautiful eyes are not to deceive
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
Your chemical romance
Left my cherry lips, kissed my wrists
Leaving me thunderstruck
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
****
alluring
Petting,
purring
your eyes
your smile ....
been
awhile
sundressed
caressed
turquoise
dreams
silent
screams
sweet
perfume
dreaming
looms
dance 'round...
lovely
sounds
come in close
need a dose...
don't
take eyes
or try
to pry
my hands
off
of you
my boy
blue
loving
true
sigh
I try...
said I
wouldn't,
couldn't
shouldn't
do it ...
blew it
I did it
again
not JUST
friends
getting
drink
by
kitchen sink
on the brink
drunken
.... sunken
loving you
tonight
feeling right
your gentle
hands
**** man
as we move
in a groove
wanna fly....
no goodbyes
touching skin...
moving in
red lipstick
did the trick
your here
so queer
I look...
a crook
theif in the night
a delight
the empty
waiting paper
perhaps
I thought
a caper
beckoning
my wanting
haunting
skin
as we begin
lean into kiss...
can't miss
a fulfilled wish
puckered fish
waiting lips
& fingertips....
seducing,
reducing
breaking
shaking
inhibitions
down
drown...
i
n
g
writing,
fighting
burning,
learning
I am stuck
thunderstruck
frightning
lightning
so exciting
a giant puddle of ink...
you think
you can
make me
take me..
then
forsake me?
leave me
bearing
after sharing
seductive
words
still unheard
my point of inspiration
doubting
in frustration
bleeding...
needing
just
another
...... poem...
and a beautiful burden you are.
Cherie Nolan © 2016 smile
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
A greeting with no words spoken.
My longed-for thunderstruck moment.
The question that doesn’t need asking,
Where to go, where to go?
A passion that sends me reeling.
Too scared to love, but too scared to leave.
The look that leaves me knowing,
Where to go, where to go.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC