after night
morning write
early sun
day begun
new breath taken
I awaken
words dance on page
I awaken
new breath taken
day begun
early sun
morning write
after night
*footle palindrome form
Today I am fortunate to
share my inspiration
and words of wisdom
on Poetry soup
Ghis is a new beginning
in my life
and look forward
to sharing
my poetry
with the world
Created from a single rib, to complete its creation and her body covers all of humanity yet her seed gets covered with soil.
Her gifts are many but many forget, only blooming with love and fully uncovers through character.
Dying Young Lyrics by Eileen Manassian
I’m afraid of dying young
Of leaving things yet undone
I’m afraid I’ll leave this place
Yet not leave a single trace
I’m afraid I haven’t said
All that lives inside my head
I’m afraid I’ll disappear
And no one will hold me dear.
chorus
I’m afraid I’ve yet to touch ,The hearts of those I love so much
I’m afraid I’ll never see, Who it is I’m meant to be
I’m afraid, for can’t you see?, Not much time is left for me.
I’m afraid, oh, I’m afraid
Instrumental
Soon I’ll lie silent in my grave…
With my stories yet untold
With my dreams yet to unfold
With my songs yet unsung
With my words yet on my tongue
With my passion tucked away
With no more prayers left to pray
I’m afraid……
chorus
I’m afraid I’ve yet to touch ,The hearts of those I love so much
I’m afraid I’ll never see, Who it is I’m meant to be
I’m afraid, for can’t you see?, Not much time is left for me.
I’m afraid, oh, I’m afraid
Afraid
(Afraid)
Afraid
(Afraid)
Afraid
It scarce starts as a well-formed line,
But as fuzzy thoughts if genuine,
All along you feel tense
As if under sentence,
A strange itch not of skin
In time gets somewhat mean
Whilst fuzzy thoughts begin to get some shine,
Words vie to form, play bin,
Show some rare discipline,
Slowly ever so slowly,
And somewhat painfully,
Though twisted, words make a fair twine.
Most poems born are much like this
From chaos, mental catharsis,
And feel like life’s first kiss.
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Happenings | 26.07.2025 | poem, kiss
Pain hits us like a bullet
Suffocating us with every few breaths we take
Hit me with rock
Poison my roots
Burn me to ashes
But like a phoenix I will rise
Rise from the crippling pain of the burning ashes around me
I will rise like the sun does every
Shoot your bullets
Try to annihilate me with every curse you have
But I will rise rise rise until the sun stops to rise
This poem is Cole’s first
This poem wasn’t rehearsed
it’s not my best
but it’s not my worst
my creativity will show
the great changes my brain will undergo.
I didn't go to school yesterday
Didn't feel like it
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say
Nobody was very fond
When I was absent from school with no good reason
Whoever "they" is...
You lied to me
One written gift
for Santa, left beneath
the tree -- a scribble of
a sorts~ bad punctuation,
mixed lower and upper
case rhyme -- but it was the
place left that meant the world,
alongside a crayon heart
drawn by a little girl
who only wanted to
say: I love you, in her
own special way. Merry
Christmas also to Mrs.
Clause, and all the deer
and elves. And a blanket
for baby Jesus.
It was December
morning, the sun was shining
brightly that made me
look at the blue sky and write
“Reflection” six years ago.
the first drops of rain
carried music to my ears
it got me inspired
let my creative juices flow
I wrote down my first poem
nicknames for three kids
Perky Pink, Road Runner and
Sailor Girl. in blink
of eye, gone and forgotten
will they even remember
how first i saw them
in hawaiian paradise
personalities
between Pearl Harbor sailing
and home life with pen in hand
a real pen not much
time to let ink imagine
with work and salutes
pretty and cute and active
might kids care to find
the scrawls of my heart
and penmanship less shaky
would the nuns be proud
in true days of motherhood
hug poems for my trio
childhood’s dream remains
flashing its grandiose image
with me and Jesus
riding on His green bike was
my first mount of crafted words
(When got bedridden for months with a debilitating disease in 2007,
to escape from depression, I turned to poetry)
in pits of despair
I lay, finding all doors shut.
a sad impaired bird~
with broken wings wished to fly
into sky, breaking all chains.
a feat so daring
my mind urged me to just try
I started scribbling~
took off on fancy’s light wings.
found words dancing on paper.
gloom gave way to hope
rhyme and sweet rhythm came in pair
thoughts turned poetic~
they took the form of clean verse
thus, my first poem was born
At the edge of night
I met you for the first time
under starry sky.
Time stopped for me in silence,
rhythm of love flowed through me.
Wrapped in silver dust,
I soared with cadence of dream
in your fervent sky.
Lyrical breeze enticed me,
wrote my first poem for you.
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