Autumn mists trees laid bare
dark nights leaves everywhere
cold chill, hibernation and despair
summers gone nature prepares
birds gather berries of the trees
squirrels hide nuts and forage beneath
log fires burn with warmth and heat
wood crackles burns away
cold dark nights are here to stay
people hibernate away.
Romance blossoming by the sea
two hearts beating so sweetly
waves rolling up the beach
holding you close to me
admiring your sweet beauty
hair blowing in the breeze
watching ships sailing on the seas
people playing and running by
sat there fishing with a line
dreaming of you and me
sat there hugging on the beach.
The passion of poetry
words laid bare
thoughts of wisdom everywhere
moments of beauty when are hearts sing
words beating with our writing
never a moment never a day
when beauty of words comes out to play
just like a hmyn we may sing
words in our brain
come out buzzing.
I rumble and roar out side your door
flashing and crashing with a mighty roar.
I send sparks flashing across the sky
you think its just another bonfire fire night.
But your memorys not quite clear
flash backs of the past
war and fear.
Artilery coming inbound loud and clear
lightening frightening
its all to clear .
Post ruamtic stress
suffered by those far and near.
The effects of war
thunder lightening and tears
our veterans suffer these for years.
While you and I sleep in peace.
The night is the realm of darkness and fear
where shadowy creatures hide, creep, lurk and appear.
From shadowy crevices they come and crawl
creatures of evil appear having a ball.
Cunning and devious with out any cares
Preying on less fortunate vulnerable bring them fear.
Dark and deceitful they haunt and hunt there prey
no care in the world but to harm others each day.
Blood thirsty beats haveing there say
bringing eveil and harm along the way.
Rainbows of warriers float across the sky
puffs of white moisture so beautiful and light
so white and soft for all of us to see
like cottons buds of different shapes and sizes changing constantly
the beauty of our creator we look up and see
his magical art work a real masterpiece.
Poetry of of life is a beautiful play
where were words come out with a voice
and have there say
poetry is a story which sometimes comes true
poetry is the beauty of words
which i write for you
poetry is feelings of life which rhyme away
words performing a beautiful play.
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THE BEST OF POETRY
My Whereabouts, Words, Walks and Wisdom of sorts.
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Author: The Eternals Series
It's okay if you fall down and lose your spark. Just make sure that when you get back up, you rise as the whole damn fire.
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I WILL NEVER EVER QUIT THE FIGHT
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Step into the darkness, step out of the light.
I have happiness in my heart and a thorn in my soul
"free-verse" poetry from the soul
I'm a nightmarist, baby.
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An insight to a heart mind and soul.
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