Years past unfold
Seems just yesterdays
Tomorrow will be New Year
Streams of thoughts never change.
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
After working day long, was relaxing mind and soul With a beautiful song.
gazing around,my eyes caught the glimpse Of a bright colored book.
It was my diary ,a vault of wonderful memories Of good and bad.
Sweet music was being played in the heart,when i saw one unfinished poem looking
Sadly at me,saying ,give me a beautiful ending.
A poem,which is treasure trove of unsaid feelings ,but still hold so strong in the heart.
The poem got its beautiful end,and feelings still linger in the heart,even when the
person goes away from us.
Its not that feelings are dead and Heart had dried up,they blossom like a flower
every time whenever they Cross our minds and make us relish those wonderful moments.
Tears rolled down my cheeks Of content and happiness.
I wish the days would come back,
I wish the moment would come back,
I wish the past would clash with the future,
I wish it didn't seem like a dream,
I wish history could repeat itself……..
The future seems so depressing, so uncertain…….
Sometime I wake up wishing it was all just a nightmare…….
Wishing you were still here…..
I don’t like how the future looks,
Although I don’t know what the future will hold….
I know that things will be the same.
And I know for a fact that I will never be the same.
I wish I could rewind time & replay every moment spend with you.
This feeling of nostalgia is sometimes too much to bear,
because I miss you so much……
sometimes I see you right here beside me,
teasing & mocking me like you always do,
sharing the dark secrets you hold within,
laughing at jokes which were not funny……..
and then I wake up realizing it wasn't real.
We have lived
In the best of times
Where music was clean
And poetry rhymes.
Where a girl could walk
The streets all alone
Without the safety
Of a 911 phone.
Where decency led
And civility was the rule
No one suffered
The acts of the fool.
When it was okay
To let out a howl
At the precision proficiency
Of Frank Sinatra and Eleanor Powell.
Sad that such things
Now bring on a yawn.
Such times of enjoyment
So innocent and gone.
by E. Marshall Evans
When the yellow sun reflects rosy hue on the east,
It will find me awake and waiting,
For I must go home this time!
All I require is an eighty-passenger engine to roar me through,
And when I feel engulfed in the ever whirling dust,
I will know I have arrived!
When I hear the howling wind,
The shouting of cunning jackals in the veldt,
Women’s lullaby that shatters the silence of the field,
The chanting of the cuckoo birds in the field,
The sight of sheep as they descend steep slopes,
I will know I have arrived.
When I hear the cracking of a whip in October,
The bellowing of bulls as they hoof out dust,
The roaring of tractors, the boom of thunder,
The barking of dogs, the snow that powders me white,
And the sight of an eagle that takes a flight,
I will know I have arrived.
The sight of our yellow bricks house,
The lowly mowed green, green grass of home,
The big, big strawberry tree I used to play under,
The smell of the slowly home brewed beer
In the over brimming tall glasses,
Tell me that I have arrived.
Across the river bridge, down—down the dusty road,
Under the twilight, water mirrors a shaky sky,
All has changed since I left home long time ago,
There runs my sweet Mary and children,
And to meet me is my pappa and mamma,
Slowly moving in walking canes,
And I am glad to be home again!
I was many in the field
But had to know what's beyond
Didn't know the cost was my roots.
yOU KnoW YOU're PRETTY
YoUR SAFE fROM ME
yOU WATCH THE nEWS
iT KEEPS yOU fREE
yOUR'E sO MUCH better
THAN i COULD hOPE TO BE
i MAKES ME quiet
Not so mucH ME
I think i MIIGHT BE MAD
you tell me I might be sad
scREW Y oU MY LoVE
I am ready
TO BE GLAd
I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.
It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.
You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.
Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.
Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
I hear distant drums sounding loud,
I hear trumpets echoing tonight,
Oh, I can hear their warm and quiet conversations,
I guess they are on the way to Ramabifi Hills!
It is a clear and loud call we cannot deny,
And when skimming silently in the starry skies tonight,
We will see that we are not alone in the night set ablaze,
Please come with me and share this wonderful view!
Look up there, the clear moon is riding high in the sky,
As it journeys slowly through the good heavens!
This brings to the end, the darkness of the long lonely nights,
Come let’s soar high up and play amongst the stars!
Are you asking me about the songs of Spring?
Listen, Ramabifi Hills have them too!
The small birds are chanting merrily from the dense tangled branches,
More clearer than man-made music could bear!
I see you and I silhouetted together against the bright moonlight,
Yes, every single breath you take is mine!
Oh, I can feel every beat of your heart!
I woke up and looked around . . . yes . . . , I was only dreaming!