There is no greater act of courage
than being the one who kisses first.
Many people have passionate dreams.
Some of which are never forgotten.
The pleasure we give out of love for another person
is when the innocent become the intimate.
We must be brave enough to admit our mistakes,
smart enough to profit from them,
yet strong enough to correct them.
As we try to learn from the past,
we plan for the future by focusing
exclusively on the present.
That is what dreams are made of.
A smile is the second best thing
a person can do with their lips.
A kiss is a means of allowing two people
to become so passionate together
they cannot see anything
beyond the spirit of the kiss.
There is no greater act of courage
than being the one who kisses first...
This is not a poem, but a notice. I officially close and end my "Creature" collection.
For those of you don't know what that is, it is a collection of poems about my feelings. I have
put my heart and soul into every poem. I will continue to do that in every poem I write. I am
excited to announce that I have many new ideas for poems. I have as a courtesy, released
a sneak peek into my new collection called "Dedications". My new poem is
called "Uncontrollable Feeling". It is a dedication to my sister Kayli.
I have received many wonderful positive comments on all my poems. The people on Poetry
Soup are the most kind people ever. I enjoy listening to all of your comments. Please keep it
up. I will officially release my "Dedication" collection in about a week or two, depending how
long it takes me to write them. My other new collection "Joy" will be released in one month.
So prepare.Please comment on my poems. I enjoy reading your comments!
From your Masterpoet1,
Tayler Malark
P.S.- Thank you so much all members of Poetry soup, and Poetry Soup.
The moon is wickedly bright
It’s a miserable incredible wonderful luminous sight
As it shines through my window
Filling the room with its sensationalbe light
I can’t help but drift off with my sad thoughts
Thinking I may never have
That one special person in which to share this with
All these thoughts seem to do nothing but plague my mind
And within myself is where I get lost inside
Sit, think and while I’m out in the open, really I still hide
I have many people in which to confide
But that don’t give me that one to have and hold right here by my side
I have many people that very much loves me
Yet I don’t have that one for to while holding my heart
Can also set it free
I try to overcome what goes on in my head
I try to put it to rest as I lay in my bed
But no matter what they are still always there
Saying to me better watch out and you need to beware
You’re nothing but meant to be alone for the rest of your days
But my heart seems to have other plans
As my head is set in its ways
But then again one can always still dream, hope, and pray
That somehow, someway
He will soon be coming my way
The stoke of the keys
on my skin,
the rush of 1,000 words
coming from deep within.
Not many minds are
creative like this,
not many people
write work that they
could kiss.
Poetry works in
so many ways,
but only some people
can see it,
usually, it's stuck
in a haze.
The world hides poets
in closets or disguise,
because most people can't
understand the words,
unless they see it
from a poet's eyes.
Most poems are beautiful,
every thought so real,
reading your own work,
it's just so amazing
how you feel.
Poetry is my passion,
and forever it will always be,
it's such a burning desire
that I want the whole
world to see.
Never let your, heart stop.
Let the, beat drop.
Let your, music pop.
Life's race will, take you,
to the top.
Don't let those, people stomp,
out your dreams.
Keep you, locked up,
with your, tear drops.
set your, spirit free.
release yourself, onto the scene,
of your, wildest dreams.
While the, people scream,
out your name.
Welcome to the,
Life of fame.