JUST THOUGHTS
Is it just thoughts that matter most in life
Or actions, that can trigger peace or war
As what comes from mind, voice or pen
In timely delivery, may be strong enough
As a kind of wisdom, from bards or sages
To resonate, even down through the ages
New ideas are a basis of inspirational stuff
Changing old beliefs from way back when
Could it be what our brains are really for
A positive outcome can come from strife
Form: Rhyme
I think about why I think of you all the time
I feel you while I breath, is that a crime?
So let me take this time to explain
All the things I feel about you time and again!!
I have this urge, this feel, these thoughts
To just sit so close and feel your warmth
To run my hands on yours, get a strong grip
I feel our hearts beat in sync without a slip
I want to turn to you and see you look at me
And when our eyes meet, hold on for sometime please
That look will assure your love and mine,
Oh what more could I ask than just for that to remain!!
Sometimes just the look and sometimes your touch
To fill me full, there's nothing more than such
And when the time comes, just you and me alone
I'd like to create moments that you have never known..
I'd like to lay down and hear your heart beat
Own your body on me and kiss your feet
Trouble you, bite you and mess around
Until I see you all worked up, I won't let you close down
Form: Rhyme Royal
Ooze oomph odd
Same sad sod
Late light lulls
Daze dreams dull
Time takes toll
Heart health holds
Taut thoughts trace
Seek sure space
Mind moves meet
Glimpse gain greet
Soul soars swift
Dance deep drift
Hurl hoarse hurts
Drown dross dirt
Bright blooms bear
Wit works wear
Ice inks ire
Frame fond fire
Crown cute clown
Free fright's frown
Dare drench deep
Slurp sound sleep
Mind meets maze
Deep dream daze
Cheer crops calm
Boom brings balm
Thoughts take time
Reap ripe rhymes
Style sweet smiles
Work word wiles
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2017
Singapore
Form: Alliteration
Just Thoughts
The Attic
Looking in the attic through the pages
of an old picture album - I found the
historic life of me.
Morning Mist
In a morning mist, an illusion came to me,
that you were there, waiting for me.
Angels
As the stars light up the sky at night, the
angels dance in their glowing light.
Deep
Deep the ocean. Deep is the sea. Deep
is the love that I have for Thee...
06/10/2014
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: I was just playing with words
Form: Light Verse
Just Thoughts
The Generations
Searching through pages of a photo
album - I found the historic life of me...
I Could
I could unfold my hearts desire and not
grief, but smile and accept your love...
Mist And Desire
In the mist of desire, I found
love forever....
10/28/2013
Written by Lucilla M. carrillo
Form: I do not know?
Its so much easier to listen to you speak
say the words that are turning over and over
inside of me
panick attacks increased anxiety
but your not in my world
im in my own now
putting my pride aside
drawing but crossing my own lines
my desicion took a wrong turn and once again im left in disbelief
you see i dont hate you
in fact i was so confused for a minute cause i found myself in love with you
my heart drowned in its own blood when I found out what you were really doing to me
im tryna free myself of resentful thoughts
i want back my peace of mind
as i sit back and think
still my emotions are hard to find
Form: Free verse
thoughts of you dance in my mind
like wind through trees
tossed upward in a breeze
these fragmented memories twirl around
pulled forth from where they once rested
when i tucked them away
so long ago...
a storm as it passes
mingles warm with cold
excitement with fury
fear with anxiety
dark with light
...and then
through all this rain
i taste the pain
as my emotions bend
like little branches
ready to snap
the what ifs
what could have beens
echo in my mind
...and then
in a flash
they are gone
Form: Free verse
Famous people are not real,
They are just thoughts and ideas.
War is just a thought to.
But yet they seem to be real to you.
So that means you can’t say,
Peace is just a thought or an idea.
Form: Free verse
to sit here. and watch the movement of your hands gracing the neck of your guitar. to
see the every smile i bring to your face. and hear the music you create. i lay on my
bed, your camera is on, so that i can see your face, and each smile i create. when we
have serious discussions, about the things in my past, and how i am still affected, we
turn the camera off. Who knows why that is, perhaps we only want to see the joy we
create together, and not the hurt. I find that the smiles you cause are the only real
ones, and you tell me, that you smile alot because of me. Making me happy makes
you happy, and i know i can believe you.
Form: I do not know?
You can't grow in the grace and knowledge of The Lord
while holding onto tides washed out to sea
or billows rolled away!
You have no right to expect great and mighty things,
if you love not The Great and Mighty King!
(C) July 11, 2007
(C) Rosemarie Schrock
Form: Romanticism