To Feel

They appear in utter sadness,
or if there is something in our eye
they stream our sudden feelings,
but it's okay,  we all do cry

We hold them close,
or set them free
when times are good,
or misery

To float, to fly, to wonder high
in Paris by the Louvre
in arms, in eyes, in painted pose
where pain was once removed

Shan't be streams leave Autumn's door
the silver shines alone
a touch, too sweet for memory
in dreams you are at home

Discretion sits still satin falls
a whisper gently heeds her call

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/12/2017 7:43:00 AM
Dripping in romance, I loved this poem. Great job Tim.
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Date: 9/15/2017 9:11:00 PM
Another fav, I read this a few days ago and loved it, I see a common thread in all the last few poems I read!
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Date: 9/13/2017 11:03:00 AM
Tim this is really good. Thanks for the read...
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Date: 9/13/2017 10:22:00 AM
That is what poetry really is, an exposition of feelings, often disregarded by many.
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Date: 9/13/2017 5:18:00 AM
- Beautiful written, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 9/13/2017 2:21:00 AM
You touched my emotions with your words Tim:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 9/13/2017 12:57:00 AM
Tim, this is so wondrrful! A favorite <3
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Date: 9/12/2017 8:51:00 PM
Perfect Tim fav....Seren
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Date: 9/12/2017 7:03:00 PM
It feels deep but extremely poetic and sentimental--love the ending!
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Date: 9/12/2017 3:46:00 PM
An absolute beautiful poem Tim! Well written :)
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