Lyric Introspection Poems

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In vertigo of night, in their riddled trance 
Boldness of petals melt on washed-out shades,
As faces etch a quiet gloom in varied hues
Capturing splashed oil, neutral and bright
While I gaze longingly at a portrait…
Man and wife , as if  holding a child almost
Unseen …hidden through a float of blue-white.

Through dimming pain, a view lights up for a time
Where orange of moonlight quietly slips
Amid this rosette outburst and aching gray,
With blossoms strewn along pale candlelight…
How languid colors begin to mold my thoughts
Drowning in a pang of loneliness… I ask 
In silence..are the couple ,the babe dying?...dead?
And the fusion of tender, lonely motif allows me
To weep inside, captive in a gasping moan... the kind 
Which shapes a tone between life and elegy.



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Frank Herrera's  Contest: YOUR PERSONAL BEST of 2016
Written 5/09/2016        Re-submitted 10/18/2016
POTD Awardee
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Inspiration from the painting, Les Amoureux en Gris
Artist: Expressionist, Marc Chagall ( illustration included)

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016




Details | Lyric |
Love will come to you

Are you feeling lost and all alone?
searching for love, searching for love
Is your heart still looking for it's home?
searching for love, searching for love

Don't you know that love will come to you
Don't you know there's something you can do

Don't you want to share your life with someone?
Love will be waiting, love will be waiting
Do you feel the burning and the hunger?
Love is there waiting, love is there waiting

Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!

Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!


A promise of true love brings satisfaction
Yes, love will find you, yes it will find you
Feelings deep inside, more than attraction
Yes, it will find you, yes love will find you


Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!

Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!


Happiness that will last, your whole lifetime!
Yes, love has found you, yes love has found you
A lasting love that will forever shine!
Yes, love has found you, yes, love has found you

Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!

Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!

chorus repeat and fade

John Derek Hamilton
April 04,2017








Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

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You thought you had me figured out 
Before you knew my name 
Cause you're you and you're not satisfied 
That I am not the same 

You'll never change the way I love
And you can fight for you're dominion 
But I'm worth a million times the weight 
Of a dogmatist's opinion 

I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

Did you ever think that you could see me 
Past the prejudice you hold 
I'm not the picture you created
I'm not the things that you were told 

You're voice is long since dead to me 
I won't even be provoked 
When it hurt you to see me smile   
The things you said went up in smoke 

I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos

Copyright © Kyle kriticos | Year Posted 2012




Details | Light Poetry |
I am but a dreamer
and in my dreams I play
where I live so happily
writing them my way
inside my illusions
where I know I belong
whistling a joyful tune
as I go along

Like a little spirit
I venture on the breeze
skipping in the gentle wind
doing what I please
with the rising sun I dance
wrapped inside his charms
across the golden morning sky
twirling in his arms

I can climb a mountain
or live among the trees
sail in a silver sailboat
on the seven seas
I can draw a moonlit night
ride on a bright moonbeam
and swim among the diamonds
in a velvet stream

I am but a dreamer
there's nothing in my way
living in the place I love
loving everyday
maybe it's a fairytale
but that's all right by me
I'm the master of my dreams
where I wander free

No one there can tell me
what is wrong or right
following what's in my heart
I live in the light
happy in my dream world
that's where I choose to stay
in the world where I belong
writing dreams my way

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
 
If the spirit moves me I will speak
 I will share words
 that no-one wants to hear
 I will speak them
 I will speak them loud and clear
 If the spirit moves me

 
If the spirit moves me I will see
 I will see Beauty
 that no-one else can see
 I will see it far and near
 around me and in all things
 If the spirit moves me

 
If the spirit moves me I will hear
 I will hear things
 no-one else can hear
 I will hear the universe
 speaking to me and I will hear
 If the spirit moves me

 
If the spirit moves me
 I will feel
 I will feel the pain of others
 I will feel their happiness too
 I will be able to empathize
 If the spirit moves me
 

If the spirit moves me
 I will taste joy and laughter
 I will live my life in peace
 I will find love
 I will live on in the ever-after
 If the spirit moves me

 
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (October 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2011

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Just when twilight and dawn finally mesh in the quiet passage of breaths released... there in that moment, I witness a thousand wishes dancing through the shadows of my mind, each and every one in the form of chiaroscuro marked by restless eclipses black to white. The yearning streaks of a journey creating long and endless days as season's rhythms cross the border etched on zodiac whirls : a pathway dictated by calibrated blows of a horn trilling spaces in moments caught in the web of hours, to seize glimpses held by ticks of banged pendulums. I find myself wrapped tightly in spaces that I can hardly breathe or pause-- when a traffic of former, present chapters slices the glide offered by life as chain-link of minutes quickly grinds collecting people and milestones along railways, while I desperately try to escape the rising and falling by moon-sun, endlessly bartering for more grace... dear swinging time, you rob my " now" through your eternal, impertinent ride. Pendulum Of Time and Space Contest Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann Re-Posted 5/24/2017

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.

But, escape artists aren't artists at all.

When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend

Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.

Copyright © Lyndsay Dupont | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
I'm so tired of the pain


In yesterday's paper,
I read that, another good man's gone...
I just don't know, what this world is coming to

Seems like, all the good people,
that have been here all along...
are gone without warning, taken, right out of the blue

Chorus

Oh, I'm so tired of the pain...
there's been suffering,
ever since I don't know when...
I just need some peace,
to help me make it to the end...
a little good news, 
to help this poor soul to mend

I've been thinking about you lately,
Lord, please help me to understand...
this world is changing fast, help me to find my way

Everywhere, there's so much evil,
is this, all part of your plan?
please tell me, that the Devil...will not win this day!


Chorus

Oh, I'm so tired of the pain...
there's been suffering,
ever since I don't know when...
I just need some peace,
to help me make it to the end...
a little good news, 
to help this poor soul to mend

Bridge 1
I think back to a time of better days,
when I felt so young and free...
now, I've grown old, and so I've been told,
that, it's better..to just let things be

Bridge 2
Well, I've seen some wise guys, that spin their lies
to me, they all look so strange
They use their guile, and they flash a fake smile
I can't trust them... to bring a change

Chorus

Oh, I'm so tired of the pain...
there's been suffering,
ever since I don't know when...
I just need some peace,
to help me make it to the end...
a little good news, 
to help this poor soul to mend

In yesterday's paper,...
I read that... 
another good man's gone...

I just don't know... 

what this world ...

is coming to!

John Derek Hamilton
January 09, 2018









Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2018

Details | Lyric |
So, here we are again, my dear
Our wondering hearts are trembling with fear
Of the step we took in the pale moonlight
Now, beholding each other in the bright sunlight.

Remember our plan? We'll take it slow
We'll allow our hearts and love to grow
Without the pressure of passion released
Too soon - but now, where do we go?

Is it time for us now to say good bye -
Do we gather ourselves and give it a try;
Are we done, my love, and now we start
On a future that tears our love apart?

Oh, help me now to understand 
How we lost control of our senses and
That now, our passion being fulfilled
We ponder if our love is stilled.

Yes, here we are again, sweet dear,
Two wondering hearts now filled with fear
For the step we took while under the moon
Was it too soon, my love - too soon?


Copyright © Neva Romaine | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.

My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily 
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.

My finger-tips childishly sip 
the sweat of quill, like red wine of Mother Earth 
that runs down the skin of my heart.

Down in the chores of primal things 
I have been to the bowl aquarium, mostly at nights 
where I breathed and twitched with the fish, trying 
to catch the warm winks of stars. Ahh, 

I know all about human arts, although I 
dabble in the language of my adopted father; still
I know how to sketch 
in my own words a lovely butterfly, fluttering 
awhile in the night to say hello

and to kiss me, 
ere on a fluffy pillow 
of dreams 
I close my eyes. My name is nothing special, 
but honestly I am what I am… a poetry dancer, dancing 
with emotions for my fictitious lover.



Author’s note:  I wrote it in response to “The Invitation to Write”, by Gather 
Essentials: Writing Challenge, based on Carl Sandburg’s poem “Who Am I?”

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
I look at the sky
from my window;

I observe people
from my window;

I feel raindrops
from my window; 

I sense loneliness
from my window;

I think deeply gazing
from my window;

I cherish love
from my window;

I ponder eternity
from my window;

I sense the struggle of God and Lucifer
from my window;

I cry
from my window;

I yell
from my window;

I evoke emotion and rage 
from my window;

I am joyful and sad
from my window;

And — I see my soul
from my window.
	

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 26, 2014

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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SOS
SOS


Sixty seems so old
Oland was a time long ago
Sweden still sleeps in my dreams

So young so sweet
Old dreams run in retreat
Songs like lovers never last

Vanished love, island breezes
Vanquished lovers, sins drown, nothing pleases

Gone is the desire
Gardens die inside of Swedish winds
Gentle thoughts tossed into trysts seas

Tales of lore from distance shore
Another chance, the dice never win
Camisoles and lingerie
Oh my love, you captivated me
Maidens I would always toss to the sea

Frost could not kill the call of drummers doom

Another song, another story of a lovers end
Beware the maiden, ships sailors will tell 
Breasts heave in sadness of autumn leaves
Allay my fears with illusions trumpets

Death dances, life runs to another day
Quebec was the shores of Swedish fantasies

Winter winds brought things to an end
Taking love could not prosper, when love won’t bend
Inside the pain, doomed us the broken hearted
Another day, another dream


Knowing love was so departed
	Memories wrapped and folded in the drawer
Knowing death was welcome and so regarded
	Youth no longer dances on this shore


Solitude was the only game in town
Obituary would be my fame thus drowned
Smiles forgotten, my love for her never waned



Notes: Due to some confusion, I changed the last verse and fixed a few things!
The suicide was mine, but only poetically! :)

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 


The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

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I'm running away but I don't know where 
Can't find my way but I really don't care.
And I don't know which way I might go
I guess it all depends on which way the wind blows.
But I'm running
And I don't even know what I'm running from. 
I'm just running
I'm just running
Running blind with no where to hide
Running head on towards what I can't describe
I'm just a running
Just running
Running hard away from what I am
From what I've been just as fast as I can.
But there's no where I can run that You won't see
And no where I can go that I can't be
Maybe one of the ones I'm running from . . . is me.
But I'm running
I'm running.
Maybe I'm more afraid of stopping, and having to deal with me,
Than running blind into, the devil I've yet to see.
I keep running
I keep running
What makes me run well I don't know
I can't be afraid because it scares me so.
I'm running
I ain't running free
I'm running
Trying my best to get away from me.
Am I running from who I am
Or am I running from who I'll be?
I don't expect that you can answer that question for me.
And in the meantime,
I'm running
I'm running

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
 
I have traveled 
my whole life 
to be this far from you
 
Moments 
have passed by 
like the miles 
that lie between us
 
The wind 
has carried you 
my nameless name

 © Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (November 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
85TH BIRTHDAY –
Journal IX

Nostalgia figures no
time span
An event of many,
many years seems no
more
      than a few
Looking out on the
world with the same
eyes
Memory is tricked
Ah yes that, but
wishfulness too

Events      colors
take on a magical
gleam
The mind-body
frolics with actions
of a child,
Hop scotching,
kicking the can
Long lost sounds
ghostly renew

All pain is
forgotten
In favor of some
drowsy awareness
One is surprised
that memory has, for
the
      moment, erased
that pain
Periods of nostalgia
increase

The slipping away is
frightening –
What is death but
A complete slipping
away –
In these last few I
shall covet reality

RESTR

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
Its beauty yet again plunders me, 
Into magnificent realms that hide
Deep within my every thought
Where I ,like a new tenant, 
Seek comfort to reside
In the warm abodes of Winter.

It has come yet again
With its white painted sky
Like a dripping white towel
Whose waters slowly subside
Like a pain that has been eluded,
Avoided, denied

Its gusts that blow across 
The many prolonging miles 
Bringing all windows to shudder
Like lost whispers and voices
Found and compiled
Into a vague resonance.

Its unmelted snow
That at every corner lies
Lingering for the tepid
Sun of Spring to rise 
To melt away
Like an unwanted memory.

And all that it holds
Is but a fraction that glides
Within,
A sheer reflection of the world 
Outside
The snow, wind and rain of
The season inside

Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I endlessly draw your gaze?
How might I incline your heart to be mine,
To reside beside mine, always?

You might have guessed that you are my Muse—
The source of all my inspirations.
I’m doing my best to respond to your clues
To permanently win your affections.

Each song that I sing, each verse that I rhyme,
Are meant to attract your attentions.
Each bouquet that I bring, endless time after time, 
Are just my endearing enduring expressions.      

My soul’s compass always points towards you,
Pulled by more than just mere attraction.
My life is in focus, and my sky’s brightest blue
When I am searching in your direction.

What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I cement your gaze?
What must I refine to call your heart mine,
That our paths may entwine, always.


Inspired by the song CHERISH by the group The  Association.  
Probably written in 2012 or 2013.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
Which road would lead me to heaven?
I've been looking for that road.
Which road would lead me to freedom?
I’ve been a slave since my birth.

Which road would lead me to sanity?
I’m going crazy with all the rules.
Oft voiceless 'neath society's shadow,
it’s time to get out of this life.

My mind's aching, my heart's slowly breaking,
they don’t realize what they are doing.
I can’t bear it all it’s time to get home,
they’re making me a fool I can’t go on.

Which road leads me to that long-lost place?
where everything is love, no trace of hate.
I’ll find it someday, tomorrow maybe,
although they’re blocking my way.

Which road would lead me to laughter?
I’ve been crying all my life.
Take my hand and come with me,
just say the word and we’ll be free.

Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…

 Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

Copyright © Darren Garmer | Year Posted 2012

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oh, the nerve of my id
     struggling to climb mountains
          seeking secrets
               on a quest for meanings
 
passing all the beauty of life
     never stopping to smell flowers
          marvel at deer
               enjoy the freshness of a babbling brook
 
in a quest for self-realization
     reaching the top
          seeing only myself
               crying out for splendor left behind
 
oh, the nerve of my id
     ensuring isolation
          eliminating potential for happiness
               searching and only finding myself
 
too much introspection
mired in self-reflection
reaching no real destination
     
 
Based on my poem “The Mountain I Believed to Be Id”
Anagram of my last name: Devonshire

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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Brown Sands
Sift through our hands
As we walk
This ever shifting beach
Sun risin'
On the red horizon 
Nearly within our striding reach

Footprints measure
A mortal treasure
That is ours for a brief time
Between our toes
A mystery unfolds
Of rich Brown Sands so fine

Brown Sands
Will we understand
All that brought us to this place?
It seems
This oasis of dreams
Is either mirage or saving grace

On the dunes
Are written hidden runes
Of what is ours for a brief time
Within our souls
A mystery unfolds 
Of rich Brown Sands so fine 

Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2010

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I’m somebody!  Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!

How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!

In response to:  Emily Dickinson’s poem – I’m nobody! Who are you?

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008

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I remember the time our limbs were intertwined
Holding and kissing one another 
Feeling the excitement of a new romance
But that was long ago

Linking arms as we walk the promenade
Stopping to linger in a lustful kiss
Letting the world pass us by
But that was long ago

Dancing side by side
Your body heat radiating onto mine
Learning the mystery behind your eyes
But that was long ago

Laughing and telling jokes
Wondering if you saw through my façade
Hoping your hand would brush past mine
But that was long ago

Waving shyly as you smile
A new face brought into my life
Thinking you might be someone special
But that was long ago

Feeling the pain of brash decision
The fear of guilt presses on
Stuck in the nostalgia of a better time
But this is now
And that time was long ago

Copyright © Avery Won | Year Posted 2015

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(That's when) you're going to need a friend


When your love's got up
and left you
And...
you feel like
you want to die.

And...
you've given up
on just believing...
you don't even 
want to try.

Isn't that right,
now, man?

You feel so
worthless,
like you can't go on

No matter 
what you do,
everything
feels wrong

You don't know
where to go,
or
what is real

you only 
know she's gone
and 
the way you feel

Bridge
(you know) I know the feeling
I've felt that way too
I feel your pain
I really do
Just call my name
that's all you've got to do,'cause

Chorus
When times are tough...
that's,
when you're
going to need a friend
Oh yeah, 
when times are, 
when times are tough...
that's,
when you're
going to need a friend.


I'll try my very best
to help you to see
your value as a man

when you love yourself
it set's you free
that's when you understand
Can't you see?

There's just so much more
that you need to know

Like, 
show your feelings to her
'cause
that's how her love grows

Tell her you love her
each and every day

I'm telling you what 
you've got to do
If you want her to stay

Go to bridge
Go to chorus
repeat twice
fade


John Derek Hamilton
October 28,2016






Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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The winds here.
It's come to whisper secrets
And blow my words all to the grounds. 
There go all my papers, 
They never had a reason or rhyme.

I'm wishing you would call me
And spare me a short story,
I can't seem to find the mind to like any of mine. 
I'll hit you with a sarcastic punch line
And leave you with a black eye of regret.

Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
I hope it never ends. 

I'm here.
I'm burning like a birthday candle;
Blow me out and make a wish. 
Oh so now you're not happy here.
I can't just relight myself, you can try again next year.

She's wishing that I would stop my writing,
But that's not what I like and I strike twice like lightning.
And the lighting doesn't help the situation.
It's cold in here and she's wearing my good sweater.
I start to feel a bit better when I get it back and it smells like her. 

Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said,
My favorite loving friend.

And you know that all my works about you
And all my doubts about you,
You know it never ends, you know it never ends. 
And she hates every one of my songs,
But I can't be in the wrong.
Stop hanging on a chorus.
I didn't know that you were so porous
And that I could sink in so deep.
I really should sing with a disclaimer.
She hates all of my songs but can you blame her,
Can you blame her?

Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said,
My favorite loving friend.
I hope it never ends,
I hope it never ends.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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To make a word mean something new,
With some uniqueness  -
O what genius!
These words are washed of all their color
Black and white, lo, gray
With boredom.
So what’s left to write about,
When words mean nothing more today
Than they did  one thousand  yesterdays,
Where lyrics sung like gentle sparrows
Lifted on a feathered wing
To heights I dare not envy -
                   O such jealousy I carry!
What utterance can be invented 
That will strike a brand new language in me?
Woe, to have just one new word
To write across the clearest sky… 
Mark, until it breaks through  mundane clouds,
I call upon a devil’s darn to sew my lips -
Until righteous words rain down from heaven
Where I shall  taste sweet nectar of fresh letters
Falling into gorgeous arrangements
On crisp white sheets.

Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006

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Sitting in this empty room
Looking at broken pictures of me and you
A broken life together
I always thought we’d make it forever

What has become of me?
I never ever thought I would be
One of those who were beaten down
One of those who didn’t make a sound

Silent when you pushed me around
Silent when you covered my mouth
Silent when you raised your hand
Silent when you gave your commands

But something deep within my soul
Tells me to rise up and take control
Take a hold of my lost self again
Knowing if I don’t this might be the very end

You will not break me down this way
You will not darken my coming days
I am stronger now you see
And I will never let you kill the beautiful soul inside me

I am someone who has a voice
I am a woman who can make my own choice
I don’t need permission to be free
Or to discover the real woman inside me

Discovering the strength and power within
To let the bright shining sun shine in
To let my heart feel free and bold
To let my soul escape your choking hold

I’ve come to realize just a few things
That my life is worth more than two gold rings
Sometimes it has to be that way
For me to take ME back and then for me to say…

I am a beautiful woman inside
I will never ever run away and hide
I will rise to the very top
I won’t quit and I won’t stop

There is nothing that I can’t do
There is nothing left for me and you
So now I surrender and just let go
I am special this I know…..

Copyright © Jod!e Quintero | Year Posted 2009

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A shadow haunts me everywhere
of vacillating shape and size;
by day I drag about the form
that nightly, suffocating, lies 
upon me in my bed.

A shadow haunts me everywhere;
my heart has never yet been free.
it breathes the very air I breathe
and from my hands steals savagely
what would be wine and bread.

A shadow haunts me everywhere
and loosed...Oh! How I long to be
a spirit child of lightning grace
forever set at liberty:
the selfish shadow dead.

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It blows her pain away
The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It makes everything okay
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

Wondrous windy days ….can take that empty shame
Lifting all the sorrow…..and blowing away the blame
The breeze shall seize her fears…..taking them away
If fallen leaves could speak…. wonder what they’d say 
Before they leave the trees…. to convey a changing way
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

I wonder if the breeze…. could remove strife that way
Making every thing better ….and mixing it with rain
The wind against your skin ….doesn’t seem like much to say
A mighty thought inside…. Procures hope finds its way
Lft your head up to the sky…let wind blow where it may
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane

Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2008