Filled Poems

The Love That Once Filled Our Hearts

Thinking of how love once filled our hearts,
From the first day we met, we were never far apart.
More love than I ever believed I could feel—
I never imagined that kind of love could be real.
But then I felt it, and it was phenomenal.
I look back on the joy that bloomed in my chest,
And remember the

A CABIN FILLED WITH MEMORIES

I’ve said this before (and I’ll likely say it again!) about our cabin in the trees…
How it’s not just a cabin…it’s a cabin filled with memories.

Memories…compiled from the time our children and grandchildren were small…
each memory plays a part in the magic painted on its walls.

And the way I feel about our cabin…I know I’m

Filled by the Holy Spirit

My soul is lifted out of my mind.
In its stead—
filled by the Holy Spirit,
guided in silence by its breath...
like an angry wind held still
above a river born of crashing falls,
with a tooth that grinds iniquities,
and a sacred flame
that cooks the soul, the mind, the spirit—
to perfection...
for the baptism of old me 
to become a whole

Hole-Filled Boy

after The Jumblies, by Edward Lear

I

I was just a boy of eight, I was,
     when I first heard your words.
What would set my mind to play?
- an animated cartoon on Saturday!
     When I first heard your words,
to cartoon accompaniment,
my mind went where the Jumblies went.
More than a

The Room filled with unwritten poems

A Room Full of Unwritten Poems

A room—
Quite not real though,
Not built of woods or bricks,
Structured with the unfinished and unwritten verses,
Smeared by weathering paint,
More like an echo left without the speaker.

Swaying curtains, now getting silenced.
Door hinges rusted, creaking—
But in my mind,
It’s just similar to those small giggles and laughs
Left behind by the envied person.

Envy because

A CABIN FILLED WITH MEMORIES

I know I say this every time we visit our cabin in NC…
how wonderful it is to visit a place with so much family history.

And how I’ll never tire of visiting all those memories from our past
because each new visit to this cabin is a little different from the last.

In the time we’ve been away…I’m

Like A Soft Caress On The Skin, Filled With Enchanting Sin

Come to me like a wild horse unbridled longing for the river 
like a morning prayer on the heart wanting nothing more 
Come to me with pining like a widow waiting for her love 
like a soldier in the trenches, begging for cease fire ...

Come to me like a dove gliding over peaceful waters 
like

You, guiding light of my nights filled with silent and unclear thoughts

You, guiding light of my nights filled with silent and unclear thoughts,
How can I lay on paper your living essence that ignites my heart and mind?
When did you become the muse of my dreams from the shadow of slowly passing time?
I am awestruck by this light that grows within me like a profound revelation.
You were

My heart is a vessel filled with the ocean of endless love for you

My heart is a vessel filled with the ocean of endless love for you,
but when your screams shatter the silence like relentless storms,
when your hand rises like a cold shadow on my skin,
and your words strike like lightning across my furrowed brow,
I sink into the scorching memories of past traumas,
red nightmares like blood, nails of

PEACE-FILLED BLISS

Bliss 
resounds
triumph’s peace*
of wondrous hope
that reverberates
divine victory midst
grievous pangs caused by sin angst
since forgiveness reigns, smiting guilt  
delighting souls with the Lord’s blest grace
for vibrant gratefulness, propelled to share.

Exuding sublime joyfulness with praise 
serene worship prevails over doubt
as hearts freed by the Prince of peace
glow well for reaching-out deeds
leading those in need to
find restful

Fantasy Full-filled

A vision spun, from starlight's gentle gleam,

A whispered wish, a sweet and waking dream.

You were my fantasy, a perfect 

A masterpiece, held closely in my heart.

Each gentle word, a soft and sweet refrain,

A soothing balm, to ease away the pain.

You were the answer to my soul's desire,

A burning, incandescent, tender fire.

The image formed, within my

My heart is a vessel filled with an ocean of endless love for you

My heart is a vessel filled with an ocean of endless love for you,
but when your screams break the silence like relentless storms,
when your hand rises like a cold shadow on my skin,
and your words strike like lightning on my furrowed brow,
I sink into the scorching memories of past traumas,
red nightmares like blood, nails of

Just A Simple Musk-Filled Muse, Reaching For The Sun

This was inspired by Silent One's poem,  
"Prisoner Of Poetry"  

Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space 
I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of 
but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid

A Mist Filled Room

Your beloved faces I trace in a mist filled room of treasured yesterday's 
Amid the puffs of smoke rising to the ceiling reaching out and climbing back down the walls
I hear a song of joyous rememberings
With a beautiful bouquet of all the flowered hues 
so softy painted upon your face
I whisper your name

filled by complaint

the home was taught
in form as passing custom
to hide is freedom
from a sight not allowed to begin
protected from cinders town
escaped to preserve brown
a coastal expanse 
blinding beauty 
remaking lords
from dukes and blow
grandmothers quakes
learning by instruction
how to blend
defend and die
prescribe and imbibe
adjust and join
dive and dive
destroy your remains
and bridges as news escaped home
awakenings blame
prides failing regret
astride

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