Long Begining Poems
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The freedom to choose is a gift
Would you agree
It's a blessing from above
To choose
To make decisions
To experience
To grow
I truly believe
It's a gift from God
I have made many choices
Some are good
Some are bad
But the one's I learn most from
The one's I bear the scars
Carry the most pain
Are the one's that made me
Who I am
You see we say
Bad choices are pain
But are there really
Through my sorrows in my pain
I have discovered
That its good to have a day of constant rain
In my pain I stop awhile
To think
To re-arrange
To bring in the new
To throw out the old
To start a fresh
To begin again
Choices are a gift from above
I hope you agree
Choices right or wrong
Is the begining of a brand new day
My eyes recognise who you are, they see the familiarity of past lives
When the recognition was virginal
The book of the first, the begining, and the start
As my words fail in awe of your presence
Nameste, I bow to you
Do not take my hand, for I am unworthy
I broke the ties that bound our souls
Infidelity the scissors which cut the thread
You seek now the purity I stained
All I offer, all I can do
Nameste, I bow to you
Such is this life
The breakage of the delicate sanctity of destiny
The essence escaping the vessel
Shattered, on broken glass I walk
And as blood seeps from my wounds
Nameste, I bow to you.
Mistaken, the identity of my soul mate
Ruined, the betrayal of a decieved heart
He spoke in your voice, his touch felt like thine own
Fallen, unto the spell of falsehood
And as you now appear, truth appears
In my disgrace
Nameste, I bow to you.
As your face reveals your disappointment
Those eyes reveal hope
You ask that I stand and face you now
You offer your hand once more
Eternally my remorse shall shame me
As you speak, and you say the words
Nameste, nameste, I bow to you
Let me watch at that sea that
I've been haunted when I was fourteen.
My teens, at the high school, a normal day, a school trip that changed my life.
A countryside girl with all kind of dreams. The most she wanted to be it was to stay with her family.
One day she saw the sea, she stood up in front, looking straight, talking alone.
On a cold winter rock she looked deep into the ocean blue waters.
She was only fourteen but she made a promise. She will be back one day.
Years later, by chance, she was looking at the same sea.
Struggling for a future, she found so many friends.
Little by little, she had a life in that beautiful city, surrounded by that haunted sea. Riazor beach, Orzan, A Coruña, what such wonderful names.
Names that mean nothing to many, but a whole life to the one that write the lines.
In front of that sea, I met my first love, the one that took part of my heart.
Far away I am, deep inside I pray to God, to give me another chance to run in that park I used to do, to see those shining lights in the dusk.
Far away, the whispers in my ears, the thoughts in my mind only take me to the begining:
the rock I stood in front of when I was fourteen.
Haunted by the infinite waters,
the neverending sky and the mermaids living in that sea, next to the rock I stood on for the first time, that keep whispering in my ears to come back.
Four years coming up nigh on,we plodding on strong
ploughing through each day together,not alot wrong
we know eachother, inside out,also our little ways
each and every moment, i want you in my day.
We both lead along our differant paths,my soul mate
until that day we met, was sheer utter fate.
Our lives are just begining,along a happier note
no flack no arguements, a plain old sailing boat.
I believe fate brought us together,from whatever mess
i know i`ll love you to the day i die, you create my happiness.
Your caring and happy nature,attracts all positive
the negative side you let it drain,forgetting like a sieve.
Here`s to the rest of our lives,not forgetting those above
so will end your little valentine script and wrap it up with love.
LOVE,PEACE AND HAPPINESS ***
With no light
The tightiness grows
The sores of cut up dreams bleed their way into our happy home
Disgusted in the way things have become
Shaken from the foundation of hope
My eyes won't see asleep I am
As time fades away
Struggle I hold close
Can't break free
Try so hard to remain positive
and sure of our direction
Truth is this is A Wrong Turn
I am begining to believe
I fear near is a broken stern
Wandering mindlessly across the waves of depression
I sail
The wind of failure blows harder and harder
As each day passes
My ship of dreams becomes torn
Capsized it shall become
If these oceans of negitivity don't calm
Regret I will feel Unsuriness I will embark on
A journey lost to unforseen circumstances
A life jaded forever if this chain of change does not rescue us soon
Get over it they said
the past is past, it's dead
open your heart it's a brand new day.
smell the roses
take time to play
dwelling on times gone by
turns the future black as night
say i love you loud and clear
to all the ones that you hold dear
suffacating is dispair
without forgiveness there is no air
some succomb, turn dead inside
others still fight the fight
draw upon loved ones strength
pray to God and offer thanks
believe in yourself
never lose faith
the power of love will keep you safe
mistakes are made
it's part of life
you can't know love
if you've not known strife
each moment in time is meant to be
though reasons maybe hard to see
even the darkest cloud is lined
with silver that's stood up to time
a reminder to hold on to who you are
and believe in the magic of a shooting star
My skin is a delicate porcelain.
Never used, and well taken care of because it is fragile.
Always on display because fragility is beautiful until it actually breaks.
One wrong move and it chips, followed by a crack then ends up shattering.
Lines to me are cracks in the beautiful porcelain I called my skin that used to hold me together.
The lines grew deeper with each one to become more visible.
A cry for help that nobody sees until it is too late.
Lines led me astray and out of touch with everything inside of me, teetering on the edge, my skin was set in motion
Begining to fall with no hope of being caught.
Catching me after I fell was pointless because by then I was already shattered.
The red rivers had already been drained.
I soon fell again and like humpty dumpty I couldn't be put together again.
Now I'm just broken, dropped one too many times because the lines grew too deep.
held into the corner
down by my hand
with empty pockets
im all over town
the music plays
i dance around
with money in mind
and desire to find
it's all over in sunshine
and begining at night
for fellow to find him
i found him quite stong
down to begining
an evening high
we say nothing
no one passes by
i drink in the shadow
still we mange to find ourselves
we gave it away
i never took myself serious
oh to be young was all we were
so i siad nothing to say
we danced all night
our usual dance
we have no money
but all of us rich
never to live alone
only to die young
forgiven for being old
we took to the sky
always our hands held high
but as the morning comes
we drift apart
with our lovers we find
we kiss till the moon comes down
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7 April 2024 10:36 PM
The stars are bright high in the sky they watch over the earth through the night.
What they have seen and for how long? No one could adequately write that song.
The history from the begining of time, from the mediocre to the sublime.
The watchers have seen it all, the largest of large, the smallest of small.
I do wonder now and then, what they think of me, if they know my end.
Is my life of interest at all or just a blip not worthy of recall.
I must be worth something good. Father made me and has kept me as a good Father should.
I don't want reward or fortune or fame. I just want someone to remember my name.
To know that I mattered and tried to do well. I tried to tell others of God and of hell.
Folks and angels may not know me at all but my Father... our Father He knows us all.
Fall's Beginning
Written by:
Sara Kendrick
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
Early zephry cool and air wrung dry
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
A start to a wonderful day birds cry
Leaves in places now caramel brown
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
by~Poet Destroyer
We walk the green fern garden range!
We sit and stare and tease our eyes!
Emotions flow with my Easter dress so strange;
Easter morn vocals came within range!
We're dancing, like leaves that rearrange!
I twirl my gown to fly with the skies.
Angel dust travels swiftly in the open range.
Clouds fall so vividly on my gown like crinolines disguise!