Best On Writing And Wordsbeautiful Poems
As I read the words my heart started to sing
For you had gave emotion to a non living thing
I can't ever remember feeling quite that way
I could hear the music that she used to play
I could feel her heart through the tears I cried
As I read the part where her Maestro had died
I imagined her there in her Rosewood Bed
Reading the most beautiful poem I’ve read
Velvet to her back with her bow at her side
Remembering the joy before Maestro died
She loved how his bow manipulated her strings
Together they were the most beautiful of things
What’s the only poem to ever hang in my den?
Elaine’s beautiful masterpiece titled, "Violin"
Inspired by Tracy's wonderful idea for
a contest and Elaine's beautiful Poem.
A gift of poetry, what a beautiful release
Falling out of myself and into imagination
My daily, not-so-guilty pleasure
Leaving reality behind for the joy of creation
The blank lines on the page tempt me
A gift of poetry, what a beautiful release
Thoughts take shape, begging to be set free
Stitching the words together will always bring me peace
When a poem takes on a life of it's own
That's when it achieves greatness
A gift of poetry, what a beautiful release
To which I am a witness
Inspiration flows from pen to page
And the glimpses of my passionate soul increase
I'm wrapped up in something I dearly love to do
A gift of poetry, what a beautiful release.
I feel as empty as empty can be
Like a dark cloud is covering me
Mind is twisted, thoughts are bent
Straight from hell this poem was sent
All that’s happened, happened in vein
As I ramble towards going insane
When two lives cross they also meet
Better not try and take my seat
I contemplate going back to school
This used up dried out convict fool
Because of fate I’ll never be a part
Of the blood pumping through societies heart
I’m just waiting till the day I fail
And go back to live with my friends in hell
Now just picture me kicking back with a great big grin
As the Lord and I give this poem a little spin
I feel as beautiful as beautiful can be
As clear blue skies hover over me
My mind is straight it’s no longer bent
For the Lord has made my story heaven sent
Nothing that happens, happens in vein
No longer do drugs make me insane
I’ll tell you “It’s my pleasure” as we meet
Please be my guest and have a seat
Next semester I’m going back to school
Ready to prove that I’m no fool
Because I do all I can I’m now a part
Earning my place in societies heart
With the Lord on my side I know I won’t fail
For the Lord is my light guiding me away from hell
Today I was pondering how much our words
truly mean and how easly they can be twisted.
I realized that we not only need to watch what
we say but also how we say it. A simple play
on words can give a message a whole new
meaning. I hope all of this came out right.