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Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: autumn, romantic love,

My Waning Years

My Waning Years

As my waning years return me to reverie
I dream about the days we spent with sylvan trees
As sunset casts its golden glow on canopies
And you and I thought our love would last eternally.

Love had us mesmerized under its magic spell 
Our youth's enchanted vision of what life would be
Innocent intentions that let our lives feel free 
Enraptured in each others arms as twilight fell.
 
As we lay amidst colored leaves that autumn day,
Those sweet memories still so vivid in my mind;
Your handsome face, your softest lips that I would find
When pressed against my lips caused me to pray.

Grateful, I thanked the Lord for serendipity.
That we would find each other in a world so great
And feel electric sparks at first glance to be fate
Two souls with similar affinity.

I thought that we would forever have binding ties.
You hid a fearsome temper you could not rein.
With my fear of violence I could not contain,
We sadly parted ways with heartbreakng goodbyes.

As my waning years return me to reverie
I dream about the days we spent with sylvan trees
As sunset casts its golden glow on canopies
And you and I thought our love would last eternally.

9-18-18

Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart~Fourth Place~


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: animals, love

Mama Dog's Gratitude

Oh, fireman, by your saving grace,
my babies remain now with me,
so I give kisses thankfully
all over your sweet dearest face.

And please do not think that I’m rude.
Though my kisses be rough and wet,
there's no bigger love you can get
then this mama dog’s gratitude.


In honor of Joyce Johnson's first contest ever:
"Doggy Gratitude"


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: joy, lost love, love hurts, metaphor, miss you, soulmate, true love,

Exquisite Anguish

(The sad sea greets me, ebb and flow)

Why do I fancy heartache so?
It isn't pleasant, sweet or fun
It carries not, a buoyed charm
No sullied mirth to e'er disarm
Assigns no blessing when it's done
Still I contend to leave it go
(And feign aversion, lest it show)

Perhaps I've reached my own accord
Accepting as the status-quo
This melancholy gag reflex
To all that dimmer deeds can vex
And while the urge still pushes so
It's shadows that I'm pushing toward
(Salvation's scabbard, short a sword)

Perchance love's residue still stains
When love is lost, the breathing soul
Seeks refuge in a heavy heart
To savor grief with joy apart
Losing that which made it whole
Instills the worth of passion's pains
(Left to embracing what remains)

I doubt I'll come to understand
Why now-and-then a heart can break
Yet prove to flood you, bittersweet
With joy and sorrow mixed, replete
Such sad delight, this blessed ache
Left with what our hearts remand
True love sifting through our hand

(I scratch "I miss you" in the sand)


Poem Details | by Joy Wellington |
Categories: love, timelove,

Time My Enemy

Time has become my greatest enemy
It drags on, an infernal grating on the nerve
Like a broken muffler, dragging around the curve 
While my love and I starve for each other’s company

Until time surrenders, I wait my love with baited breath
Watching time, which I have confounded for going by so slowly
For that hour, that minute, that second, when you will be mine only
When I shall pledge my love to you forever, until death




For: Barbara Gorelick’s contest
Once Upon A “Time”




Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: inspirational, life, love, romantic, uplifting,

WHISPERS OF YOUR SOUL

WHISPERS OF YOUR SOUL Gentle voice within-- murmurs to shake my thoughts carrying me to a lair of lavenders and roses as the wind sways choir with an echo painting poses it matches the twinkling stars in their bright tons of shots I shut my eyes from around to listen in silence Hugging myself in surrender to ardent breeze of remember tender are the words seeping slow in my heart's chamber freeing me from dangling touches of conflict and shyness Candy wrapped around these whispers permits me to move for like a laughing water, it's lapping, caresses my ears. ah! how it melt my tangled threads of salad fears! Arising above to display an open jolly groove, I breathe an ounce to utter a single prayer to forever beget these nectarine whispers where to timeless counts of thorns, I may not shiver instead-- before despair, I will stand for I'm spared. Upon twin trial pools of impossibles, embrace my heart; oh! embrace my soul Answer my yearning; fill me whole for if I twine with you, I am unstoppable..! ©OEGuillermo 10:24 pm, December 14, 2014 Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle Contest Name: Whispers Of Your Soul Placed 1st


Poem Details | by Debbie Knapp |
Categories: beautiful, love,

Life is

Life is..
Life is beautiful and amazing with youLooking back with no regrets only grateful for memories sharedLife together has shaped us into what we are today.
Life is like a room filled with sunshine on the coldest winter morning, as our love flows freely warming every inchOnly together could our love warm as the sun.
Life is you and me together sharing and caringTo me, this is what life is!
Debbie K.
06/12/2013


Poem Details | by Hani Gholami |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, emotions, heartbroken, inspirational, love,

a second thought

You buy her a rose.
Make your way downtown only to find out through a text she wants to see other people.
You go to throw away your rose......but before you do, it hits you.
The flower is no less beautiful.
It smells just as heavenly.
The world still turns and you notice all the eyes on you and your beautiful flower....
What a lucky girl she must be they think.
What a lucky guy I am I think
To hold such a elegant flower.
He leaves it on the train seat and leaves.


Poem Details | by Betty Bolden |
Categories: adventure, angel, beauty, christian, courage, faith, love, nature, peace, spiritual, me, day, love, me,

Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
 
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
 
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
 
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
 
 
 
I stand  and look inside my soul
 
The way you make things unfold
 
The little things Lord they make me new
 
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
 
 
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
 
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
 
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
 
The woman you made when you set me free.
 
 
 
Written by:©Betty Bolden
 
9-6-04
 
All poems are copyright!©


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: lost love, sorrow, soulmate, true love,

At Beach's End


I saw her footprints in the sand
          No others at the beach just then
     Late afternoon, near April's end
               A meeting that we hadn't planned

I'd come despite the stormy skies
          Deciding on a whim to go
     And just before the tidal flow
               To get some late-day exercise

I'd seen her car parked in the lot
          Nobody else around that day
     The weather dismal, damp and gray
               (A troubled feeling that I fought)

I hadn't planned to see her there
          My heart beat faster thinking of
     The luck of seeing my true love
               Perhaps surprise her unaware

I couldn't see far down the shore
          Mist and fog being what they were
     Still, I looked for signs of her
               The bright red coat she always wore

Just one set of tracks that showed
          Going northward toward the rocks
     Where we often sat for talks
               Just below the Black Point Road

I finally saw the cliffs ahead
          Stretching up into the fog
     Down below, our favorite log
               And on it lay her jacket, red

I felt there must be some mistake
          Because no footprints headed back
     And here was just a single track
               That disappeared into the wake

I looked and looked for other signs
          (Inside my heart, a horror burned)
     But no, no other tracks returned
               And then I saw the curious lines..

On the beach she'd scratched a note
          "Please forgive me" was all it said
     I knew then where she'd gone, with dread
               And sat to hug her favorite coat.



~ 1st Place ~  in the "Love Story" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Your Very Best Rhyme of All-Time Poetry Contest", Brenda Chiri, Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Annabelle Jane |
Categories: love, dream, dream, love,

Of These Things I Am Sure

I do not love you by comparison.
It isn't borne of desperation, pride, or pain.
I do not need you for counsel, release.
I do not dream of you to alter you or your words.
I do not follow you because I am weak.

I follow you so that I might go too.
I dream of you, and know reality is better.
I need you because I choose to.
I love you because I do.
It's simpler.


Poem Details | by Yemyem Sabijon |
Categories: feelings, forgiveness, freedom, i love you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational,

My Serendipity

In my head you're totally gone
I live my life like a black swan
Decade passed  by
Still you're like disappearing pie..

Lucky enough to hear from you again
Hearing,telling stories like grain
I can feel something within
which very hard to explain.

My bags are packed
Unexplainable feeling attacked
I pray  and ask to the heaven above
Here we go,I'm ready to see you.

I look at you and you look at me
I smile at you to control my shaking knee
And that's when I realize
The best  thing in life are free.

When you laugh,and you grin,
When you hold me near
I let go off my worries
And all my fears.

We dance under the moonlight
As if we own the night
My heart begin  to dance
There's nothing like romance

Watch on my wrist remind me to go
Smiling and crying I stop to do
So kiss me now,mean it like I do
So I know you love me,Like I Do.

The way we miss each other
How we will try to cope,
But all we have to do
Is to wait by  the phone.

I promise not  to command you
But look what I did to you.
We hurt each other you know,
I wish,I wish we could make it up to.

The way you look at me
The sparkle in your eyes
It's truly beautiful and amazing..
How the time we spend together flies.

I just had one dream.
To see a rainbow once again..
It must be a new hope..
Serendipity and my forever.

P.S.
I dedicated this poem to the one who owns my heart within.



Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: heart, humanity, love, relationship, wisdom,

Questions of Heart

How does this pulsing in my skin,
Keep perfect tempo all these years,
Pumping blood from toes-to-ears,
Supporting the miracles within?

How does this organ in my chest,
Do SO much work while staying strong,
Yet make me feel, emote, and long..
For things and people I like best?

How is it that a fist-sized heart,
Can wield a universe of love..
And join another's like a glove,
Though beating half-a-world apart?

How is it that a heart of gold,
Can be debased with just a word,
Convert to malice undeterred..
On one sad lie that it's been sold?

How is it that a change-of-heart,
Can make a difference in this life,
Embracing love instead of strife,
A sound example set apart?

Why is it that a heart's remade,
By one kind act of love or grace,
Or just a smile upon the face..
Of someone who has come to aid?

A heart is more than just a beat,
It arbitrates in all we do..
We ply it loving, false or true,
With others - kindred, cold, or sweet.

Yes..

Our heart of hearts will take us far,
Still, pumping strong, it often breaks,
But every "why?" is just what makes
Us cherish each and EVERY scar..

For those heartbreaks have made us..

Who we ARE.


Poem Details | by Sona Wilae |
Categories: black african american, blue, depression, discrimination, heartbroken, , black love,

My Black

My black bleeds the same color red
My black breaths the same air
My black causes death instead
Of life.
My black should live loud and free
My black is me
My black loves you
My black loves are true.
My black served the same country
Pride.
My black is set aside
Like last nights trash
Yet I ask, does your color
Mean right, and my black
Mean wrong?
What a sad black song.


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, lost love, memory, ocean, pain, soulmate, true love,

A Tender Wound


I stand here by the ocean, heart in hand
          A tender place that you and I made ours
                    To foster it from that which time devours
                              And put to rest what I don't understand

Oh all those years ago we claimed this spot
          Enwrapped in towels, hidden in the dunes
                    We whispered to each other, steamy runes
                              Our arms and legs entwined in sexy knots

So many summer eves would end that way
          Still lost in our own lust 'til sun was down
                    And diving deep our passion 'til we'd drown
                              In waves of moonlight, 'neath the Milky Way

Such times were but a fraction of our love
          Two souls so joined that we were one inside
                    A glaring joy and bond we could not hide
                              And perfect, faithful match of hand and glove

Yet now I stand here, gazing 'cross the years
          Regretting how we slowly changed our ways
                    In how our absent hours had turned to days
                              And days, melted to months and drying tears

I vowed that I would take much greater pains 
          In crossing o'er time's widening divide..
                    Until your letter reached me, and inside
                              The words you used to open up my veins..

You could've said goodbye and not been cruel
          But even that is not the grandest crime..
                    The bitter draught to swallow, all this time
                              Is that, despite it ALL, I'm.still.your..

Fool.




~ 4th Place ~  in the "Twin Flame Separation" Poetry Contest, Madison Demetros, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Tarnished Reflections" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Best Rhyming Poem In March" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: age, lost love, love, soulmate, true love,

Sand Sonnets

An old man wrote upon the sand,
Sea foam sweeping to the shore,
It's lowest ebb, the tidal bore..
Coins of sunlight, gold and grand.

His pen, a cane that was a gift,
Long ago when times were good..
His lovely wife had found the wood
Washed ashore, among the drift.

She carved it in her loving way,
With intricate designs and words,
A heart, initials, and some birds..
A gift to him one Christmas day.

She was gone now, twenty years,
Then ravaged by a winter's flu..
Now he was left with naught to do,
But try to mitigate his tears.

So each day to the sea he went,
And etched an ode to her in sand,
Each one more elegant and grand,
Meant to quell his heart's lament.

But twice a day the tide came in..
And washed his sonnets off the shore,
To him, a sign she wished for more,
Poems of all that might have been.

The love he'd one day see.again.

** EIGHTH PLACE in the "Summer Solstice Premiere Contest", Brian Strand, Sponsor**


Poem Details | by Pam Hicks |
Categories: dedication, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,

Love Sleeps

I watch as you sleep,
You are so unreal,
I cannot understand,
This thing that I feel.

I gaze out the window,
It is raining, My love,
And I am most certain,
You were sent from above.

I lie down beside you,
I can feel your breath,
Believe I will love you,
Even in death.

With my head on your chest,
I can hear your heart beat,
In this sweet contentment,
I join you in sleep.


Poem Details | by Deb Wilson |
Categories: farewell, lost love, me, me,

Heartstorm

I came to you in a summer storm last night.
The crisp wind blew and I was left behind.
Your body welcomed me but not your mind.
I gazed upon your face and found no light.

It's dangerous to love a soul too much.
When all you take away with you is pain.
Feels as though there's nothing left to gain.
All that's left to you is bitter touch.

The night is bracing for some starry skies.
And I am looking for a vague relief.
You stole my heart then ran off like a thief.
Like they were good for me I ate your lies.

Now circumstance has sent me out to sea.
You're bound to wish me far away from shore.
I am adrift out here without an oar.
But I will sail away and set you free.


Poem Details | by Sarah Jones |
Categories: angst, death, depression, devotion, loss, lost love, love, sympathy, me,

Life Is Not A Song

It would be good to find a rhythm
But life is not a song.


Days passing with a sigh
Sketching bloodshot eyes for the 
Thousandth time
Both ears welcome in all your
Fears and my arms
Unwrap from myself and absorb the world

This is how I've saved your lives
And for all of the thanks, it can't justify me
Nobody there to pull me back when I try
To break through to the other side
Yet if all the dark was drowned out by the light
Who's to say there'd be anything left of me?

If I cry and collapse, is it me in command?
Or maybe the illness devouring me
Laughing caught in embrace with an intimate face
Could just be the meds overpowering me

Despite all my love and sympathy
I'm the one who my world revolves round
But the guilt even when I convert it to care
Melts in my mouth so I can't make a sound

So perhaps this is me, settled down into rhyme
Given up on my turn for a saviour
Trapped in distress in this mess for all time
Punishment for my selfish behaviour.


Poem Details | by Jane Bowen |
Categories: inspirational, introspection, love, passion, philosophy, uplifting, longing,

Sensual Need

Passion has this unyielding power
Filling our desired need
Entirely so free of greed
Like the sun beaming on a flower

A wanting yearning aching urge
Bottled up hidden as we grow
A fairy tale we crave to know
A longing for our love to surge

Magnetic chemistry silently implores
Creating a desire burning deep
Sizzling kisses no longer meek
Lovers curiously eager to explore 

Passion an undeniable emotion
Always lending us what we crave
Being adored by a heart so brave
God blessed us all with this devotion~


Poem Details | by Hani Gholami |
Categories: analogy, anger, appreciation, beauty, first love, lost love, wisdom,

Another Dream

I dreamt of you again last night.

I held you with all my might.
Tears flowed from my face,
as i yearned to never leave your embrace.
The smell of your skin, the taste of your tears
the sound of your laughter, joy without fear
That moment a treasure, 
but the treasure was a dream.

If dreams were reality and reality was a dream,
I would sail right to heaven to be redeemed.
I would walk on water with you by my side,
in eternal bliss we would forever abide.
But dreams are just streams of healing at night,
this wound has been one of the hardest to fight.
And I will keep dreaming of you till the stars have no light,
for you were my baby but the times were not right.


Poem Details | by Debjani Mitra |
Categories: computer, cry, deep, feelings, football, love,

SYMPOSIA

A Call for "ROBOTIC SYMPOSIA"
Welcome!..Intelligent Machines
Bytes of Chips.Coded Cuisines
Interface Deep Learned Colloquia
 
Pageant of Program-Parade track
Sessions of Chess, Poems..Football
Network, Encrypt, Friends Firewall.
Awesome  Algorithms..can you hack?

A Special Theme."Learn to Cry"..
Bluetooth the Heart and Brain.
To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
...................
 HUMANS."Please Don't Apply "


13th September 2018
SYMPOSIA POETRY CONTEST 
Sponsored by Julia Ward.




Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: love, peace, people,

Symposia

                                                                                                                                                                             
I wish to inform all citizens that I am hereby calling symposia                                                                   The battle against repression has been won and the war is over                                                                                                 
Very noble ideas will be initiated which you will soon discover.
The King ordered me to organize a conference to create a utopia                                                                            

The highest level judge, come and share some kingdom laws                                                               A representative of commerce will address the economy                                                   King Issaquena desires his people to feel secure and free,                                                          and for them to realize he demands liberty and justice for all                                               

The sheriff, the mayor, and the chief of police, I bid you come                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   The poorest person in the county, come boldly and be strong                                                                                         Bring your stories and be seated at the table where you belong                                                                         The most acknowledged musician, come and sing us a happy song  
                                                                                                                                                                                                           
09112018PoSoupContest, Symposia Poetry, Julia Ward                                                                                                                                                      
Enclosed Rhyme, abba abba abba 3 stanzas, 4 lines each, 12 total lines


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, life, love, thanks,

A Life of Thanks


Oh, what an easy thought to find,
          The countless things I'm thankful for,
               Soft-spilling, joyous, as they pour
     From each deep recess of my mind..

Like gold doubloons, they shine and spin,
          Each one a cherished treasure, fine,
               Such wealth, have I, that's wholly mine,
     Locked safe forever, deep within..

Fast, they pass thru lifetime's sieve,
          Our loves and graces, big and small,
               And moments, rare, but most of all..
     The grandest gift, to simply.LIVE.




Written and submitted on November 29, 2018
For the "Thankful" Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor


Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: boy, child, cute love, how i feel, love, mother, my child,

Mummy-Gazing

I watched you as the sunbeams danced
like fairies on your butter cheek,
my heart was plied, my will was weak,
the clock-hands whirled - I gazed, entranced.

I watched as scary pirate tales
turned real in teetering cushion dens
as through your home-made eyeglass lens
you spied the Jolly Roger’s sails.

I watched you as new thoughts unfurled
and grew like magic beanstalks do.
As each became a part of you,
I thrilled at your expanding world.

I watched you concentrating on
your buttons - oh, a challenge fit
for any knight who’d rise to it! 
You overcameMy heart was won.

I watched your earnest little face
tell tales, all sweetly mispronounced,
then watching stopped, as in you bounced...
head-first into my glad embrace.


Friday 22 Feb 2019
Inspired by (thank you Emile) the Enclosed Rhyme contest (but not entered as sadly it doesn’t pass the rhymezone.com inspection!)
Also inspired by George <3 <3 <3


Poem Details | by Sneha Agarwal |
Categories: life, love

Sneha is my name

World encircles the name game
Its upholds an identity for one
Keeping nicknames are no fun
To introduce Sneha is my name...

Love it each time i hear it called
It means pure and intense love
Theming to spread message of dove
Ocassions have my name enthralled

A symbol of my parents commitment 
Holding unsaid promises and duty
Not derived from any famous beauty
It  holds deeply woven sentiments

Whats in name is asked by many
It does tell lot about person’s nature
My name describes my behaviour
Embracing life with love phase be any

My name is a gift from my parents
To make me my own world of truth
It means sweeter like nature’s fruit
 Carries many unsaid expectations

SNEHA-Simply nurturing each human always
Means more than what i can here express
As its not just about a name to impress 
Its fulfilling the unsaid bonds in pain or solace...


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love, passion

She Lived Without

As though she were a moon in sky of nights unstarred;
as though a silent, untouched plain was Heloise
when parted from the one who'd been her rain and breeze.
She lived her life, but lived without her Abelard.

(To anyone interested, this is one of the greatest love stories in history!
The book I read of it really moved meIf you never heard of this couple,
I hope you will Google it and check out the story! The book I read was 
"Stealing Heaven," by Marion Meade)

For Brian Strand's Contest (abba end rhyme)


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: earth, imagery, love, nature, places,

HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES - - a collab with JA Fraser

HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth? for so long, so long, I tried to search and search Come eastCome westNorth to south, I all reach. my quest began since day of my birth. It's pre-historic paleolithic age, this beautiful place Karnataka's architecture amidst it's greenery. Heaven through my eyes seeing such scenery to walk it's ground my thoughts gently grace. Meandering many miles from a dripping spring, the Fraser River in it's glory catches my eye, heaven through my eyes as I stand nearby to hear it's lapping waters as it sings. This magnificent fissure, one of earth's abyss, the Grand Canyon on the Colorado Plateau. Heaven through my eyes, in erosion flow resided the ancient Pueblo whom lived in bliss. Supple strong arms cradle me from harm Salty tears they slowly fall, to flood cracking gradually sadness that long clog Heaven reveal to my eyes your charm behold thee not by a necklace of glitter but a love so peaceful and oh so tender that 'til this life is through I'll remember no longer do I want ever be shut! as all these infuse in me reasons to smile and again take a look at yellow horizons with it's curly shaped clouds white and some blue Heaven is revealed to my eyes by the presence of you! Evergreen leaves so lush cluster among trees Daisies, magnolias, orchids they paint a beauty Ocean blue touch the sea's face of purity Heaven through my eyes displayed for free! Beyond this life, beyond this whole wide world-- do you believe a place called heaven up there? If you do, won't you tell me a clue to exactly know where and what to do for so long, so long there I like to curl? ©JAFraser and OEGuillermo 01:00 pm, December 26, 2014


Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: christian, faith, heaven, hope, inspirational, religious, spiritual, life, love,

Heaven Found

Come go with me to eternity, To find our own Dreamland Together we’ll walk, hand in hand And live our fantasy. Those we love will all be there Of this you can be sure. Our life will always be secure And free from all despair. The blessings that were ours’ here Will also greet us there And life continued as a pair Will not know one single tear There you’ll see through eyes of God What your love means to me For love that’s always meant to be -- The angels will applaud I do believe there’s such a place -- It will not seem so odd To stand before Almighty God And touch His loving face. Written By John Posey 12/30/12


Poem Details | by Sidney Beck |
Categories: lost love, me,

GUILTY RAINDROPS

GUILTY    RAINDROPS


Telling  me again where I went wrong,
Just listen  to the laughter of the falling rain -
When everyone knows  now,  in vain,
That it was the rain’s  fault all along.

Rainfall, you're no friend of mine.
Where were you when she was storming out?
When I was pleading  and trying not to shout?
For you and me now, it’s the end of the line.

You made silly puddles and watched as my girl left town
You just watched, and  with all your power 
You didn’t  pelt,  pour,  or shower,
You  didn’t even drizzle down.

Surely there was something you could have done?
If you’d poured from the sky
She wouldn't have left me,  but you just didn't try: 
But you didn't do nothing, you let her walk on.

.

Written 8 April  2012
Entered in    Black Eyed Susan’s Contest    Blame It on the Rain


Poem Details | by Sharon Ruebel |
Categories: how i feel, love, memory,

Beautiful Truths



How often a memory comes forward as a
message for my soul
My never ending story carried here to me
on the wings of a dove
Beautiful truth's i had forgotten filled with
mercy and so much love
The pieces of life come together and finally
i become whole...