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she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
My book of my inner most heartfelt emotions from my soul,
Sit unseen inside a book I created with my hands, hours of editing, finally created out of love.
Now sits in a shelf, with nobody to seek but me, is this how much my deep life experiences are worth?
Only Jesus has seen, for it was only HIS Holy Spirit which guided my hands to type them onto the paper, my tears unshed puddled up behind my eyes…
Time will tell if I open it back up my SOUL, Jesus help me, as with my past life, I’m Just INVISIBLE………….
Unless it’s positive, all I get is “thanks for sharing thus one” I guess like the song, “It is well, it is well with my soul”
12/17/2023
There are always new bridges
ahead and new friends to meet…
So if a poem gets few comments…
do not, do not retreat in defeat!
Keep those beautiful eyes on the glory
that lies ahead!
Place your quill on the paper and keep
writing, till it's time to go to be bed!
Your life experiences are the gems that
you and only you hold.
That will blossom before your spiritual
eyes into pieces of poetic gold!
Use pictures,use music, use God's
creattions to get that poet soul dreaming.
It's then, on the crests of graceful poetry
you'll be joyfully reeling.
Unfolding Pleasures
Hand-in-hand we walk along the moonlit blue beach
Out of nowhere breathtaking waves of emotion engulf us
As we are in each other's embrace soaring and not holding back
Exploring and awaking unfolding pleasures of sweet blossom petals
Under the blanket of the blue twilight sky on a warm bed of sand
Retracing and nourishing long forgotten blissful memories of life experiences
The smells of fresh night and the salty ocean breeze
Out of the darkness comes an alarming screeching
Terrified in panic and fear we embrace
Watching a massive flooding wave overcome us from the ocean tsunami
© By: Eve Roper 8/2/2015
What Is A Poet 6
Language arts with imagery emotions
To slow things down
Free handed in your own words
An authentic letter
As the night closes in
The curtains are drawn to write un-noticed
The atmosphere becomes a bit curious
An isolated poet is suddenly at work
Unspoken lines begins to shift unapologetically
Cursive writings becomes almost obsolete
Empty spaces are engulfed
Puddles of rain, reflects painted clouds above
Write honestly through life experiences
As the pen carries the weight
Start writing, for it's never too late
Be unique and descriptive
Poets are misunderstood and peculiar
As heartfelt words echo
Thoughts are reminiscing as my coffee burns poetic aromas
Dear Anxiety,
I know, understand and
inner-stand
that you are only
Trying to protect me
from being hurt, exposed ?and exploited
By the outer world.
For you’re existence in my life
is the product of all my
Life experiences up until today.
Everything I ever went through
dealing with another human being
You took the form of my inner critic
to haunt me every step of the way.
I used to think you came
only to ruin me.
A storm in human clothing.
But lately I wonder
if you are tired too.
Do you believe
if you worry enough,
nothing can hurt us?
Do you think fear
is the same thing as preparation?
and call it safety.?Sometimes you pull me so far?into tomorrow?I forget there is a today?waiting patiently for me?to arrive.
Still—?beneath your noise,?I hear something smaller.
A plea.
Slow down.?Pay attention.?Rest.
?Protect what matters.?Do not hand your heart?to places that treat it carelessly.
Maybe you were never trying?to destroy me.?Maybe you just never learned?how to speak softly.
So sit with me awhile, Anxiety.?Not at the wheel,?but beside me.
You can point at the cliffs?without convincing me?we are destined to fall.
And if you must stay,?then learn this too:?I am more than a body?bracing for impact.
I want mornings?that do not apologize for existing.?I want laughter?that reaches all the way through me.?
I want to trust the ground?beneath my own feet.
Tell me what you need to say—?but say it gently.
I am listening
Sincerely a Restless Poetic Soul
Courage makes you confident, either you were born with
or you develop inner strength or courage
Quote_ by Poet
Babies, so precious, so dainty, so delicate,
we just want to hold and cuddle them in our arms
tenderly, lovingly and be considerate
of their needs and always keeping them dry and warm.
As children grow, we protect, support and guide them;
yet, we have no way of knowing how they would cope
when they become adults and what would come to them
as life experiences. The good ones we hope.
Life as known and realized, can be bad or good,
sad or happy, disappointing or promising.
Life like nature can be harsh; but could be withstood.
Life like poetry can be dark; yet upstanding.
Encouragements turn people to be of courage.
Courage makes us confident to handle and face
obstacles, issues instead of being outraged.
We gain inner strength to accept problems with grace.
Babies, so precious, so dainty, so delicate.
As children grow, we protect, support and guide them.
Life as known and realized, can be bad or good.
Encouragements turn people to be of courage.
11/30/20 Constance La France My Created Form Poetry
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Like chrysalises or cocoons,
Each day we grow plumper,
not as insects feeding on leaves,
but as humans
consuming the totality
of lessons learned from our life experiences,
for life is our chrysalises stage
in which we glean interests -
those things which feed
our soul.
From both the good and the bad,
we learn and we then choose
what our attitude will be
regarding all that we have absorbed.
Death is not an ending,
and though it may seem outwardly
that we wither away like wilted roses,
our souls are preparing
for an emergence!
We grow sick from aging
and feel sometimes like we
are hanging upside down.
Then comes that magical moment
of metamorphosis.
Our souls break free
from the flesh to which they've been tethered.
Our loved ones cannot see it happening,
but we begin to turn into beings
of light.
Butterflies, brightly illuminated,
we will fly to the home
which for a brief time on this earth
had been concealed from us.
At last the veil will fall
from our eyes.
Oh, open your spiritual eyes,
sweet butterfly,
and know with all your senses
(even those senses you’d forgotten
that you had previously possessed)
you are home,
and home is a glowing place of
all-encompassing
love.
A Poets Duty
A sense of structure within a theme
Imagination likened to a dream
Tell a tale set the scene
From life experiences we wean
A tale full of wonderful words
Gelled in rhyme to suit the nurds
A free verse of considerable worth
Exploiting the value of earth
Stories that may be old or new
Containing details not so true
But gives the reader a sense
Of the writer’s thoughts condensed
A poet’s duty is immeasurable to their self
But scrutinized and judged off the shelf
Of published works penned by them
read by those who would condemn
If your words make you feel good
Gives you a feeling of maybe you could
Be heading down the track of knighthood
Or voted to a heavenly sainthood
I wrote these five rules which grew out of some uncomfortable ‘life experiences’. Because of these rules, I am not a victim.
Rule 1. I will not bow to the mindset that feeds me the idea that I am a victim. My perception must be that of a victor, not a victim. The God in me
Disallows defeatism and victimization.
Rule 2. Although I realize that I cannot go through life unscratched, unhurt, and free of disappointments, I will not allow myself to develop a self defeating ‘me complex’.
Rule 3. If I discover that I am in someone's ‘line of fire’, I will simply distance myself. I will not develop a paranoia that tells me that I am constantly the subject of someone’s target.
Rule 4. The ‘poor me, they did it to me again’ attitude will not get me anywhere. This type of attitude will not achieve anything except a basket case on the strap heaps of defeat.
Rule 5. If I take the proper Biblical steps and keep Christ at the center of my life, it follows that I will not have a ‘victim mentality’.
(Originally, entitled The Victim Rules, written in1993) 09142016PS Contest, Victim Or Victor, Nayda Negron