Poetry – Page 50 – Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery

Your style

I like your style You make me smile Your ease and charm Act like a balm The you I share Without a care The bits I see Tantalise me

Happiness lost Emotion strained Tears slipping down Into a lake of pain Darkness hovering Misery filtering Love dispelled Days of hell Realisation, life goes on Going to be hard Missing your song Climbing the peak To reach the top New vista stretching Freefall the drop New love out there Will one day find Find other… Continue reading Happiness mislaid

Talking in the ether

I was talking to nobody And nobody listened The depth of the words Were shallow unheard I cried to the wind Lonely, not knowing how to cross the divide My wishes and hopes Carried on the ethers tide When they met the right ears Trust dispelled all my fears Letting go of buried sighs Finding… Continue reading Talking in the ether

Spell checker

I don’t have attribution for this piece, so I apologise to the author for the lack of acknowledgement. It made me grin and I wanted to share.

Beliefs

You are the true creator of your reality You react based on your mentality You are never, totally a victim, to circumstance Its what you believe and how you act, that forms the dance You may have little control, of events happening in the world, or in life Things that go on, that cause you… Continue reading Beliefs

Sunset

Sunset Watching the sun dip below the horizon Ingots of flaming red are flooding the sky Lavender,Magenta and Indigo coalasce into a volcano of colour Lighting our world with wonder and glory Imagine diving deep in that pool of glorious technicolour Absorbing the energy transmuting it into an estcsay of feeling Motivating the joy of… Continue reading Sunset

I could be Janus

I am fantasy, I am reality I am dream, I am grounded I am light, I am dark I am humble, I am vanity I am certainty, I am doubted I am the opposite, I am the counterpart I am happiness, I am sadness I am the humanity, I am individuality I could be Janus… Continue reading I could be Janus

Beauty

Beauty pure Delight my senses with your form Sensuality flows

My Love

My love is not of the springtime Blossoms, nesting birds and new born lambs Rising sap and sprouting leaf My love is not of the summertime Bursting buds, showy flowers, perfumed air Hot wind, heating the skin My love is not of the autumn Falling leaves, rain and cold wind Hot and cold alternately My… Continue reading My Love

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