Short My Poems
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I will still love him
For all of my forevers
I will still love him
I will forsake him never
He is in my heart to stay
Morning’s golden
Dawning
Kisses my wings
As I fly
To the sky
Looking for you
Instead, I found
Half moon
Aloft
its dynamite when i sing,but better when jossswings,beat that cuss champ,any
tramp,cant carry my joy,let alone my lamp.
And was blue Earth, green woods and hills,
Place that is good, animals had a dream:
My dear, remember me and my deer...
I'm a man so much in love
but nobody cares enough,
they laugh at me behind my back,
I'm everybody's fool, oh so alone.
The morning sunlight
And night's breeze
Hit me in the face
Like the way
Eileen hit me between
My bones
And my skin.
Whisper softly
In my ear.
Tell me what
I need to hear.
Hold me for hours
In your arms.
so I know
Where I belong.
Mascarpone roulade and
Strawberry meringue
Elderflower syllabub
Marsmallow skewers
Vanilla cheesecake
Banoffe
Sigh!
Yes, I am alive
I live, I breathe, respect me
I’m not here for you
I am truly important
And must work toward my goals
I am a woman who has a color for every emotion, there is a rainbow that shines inside my breast, right after every storm.
Form:
My heart is full with thoughts of you
My mind tries to control
And Oh the day is long
The dew that settles on my soul.
Placed
as
a son,
elect and
chosen for a task-
a future destiny in view
Read more of my paraphrase @ Ep 1:5 et al
"I'd rather ... repeatedly fail in my youth-
than regret certain consequences;- of my youth's abandon."
Ripples to the shore,
As the stone impacts the still;
Physics takes its course.
< my first shot at Haiku >
My lilies, bruised and holey
Their leaves a tattered mess …
Blame the lily-beetles,
Those devils in a red dress.
Gray day hideaway:
what an electric day!
Why I still try
makes my head sigh
once anguish ebbs away.
The wind
Howls at
This moon and
Replies, I shall
Wrap my arms
Around thee,
Brother John
We are bound
By this love
I put
My arms
Around her, and
We walked
Through this storm
In this life, there is meaning,
A good reason to be born
Kiss me at the dawn's clear light,
Hold my hopes upon your lips.
Kiss me through the starry night;
Fire on fingertips.
Death seems to be my life,
Each day i seize to fade,
Every waking moment and breath
We are all slowly drifting away.
She’s in my heart,
She’s part of my soul,
I think about her,
And I’m afraid I’ll forget her,
I want her to come back.
Writing is the only thing that puts my mind at ease, it’s almost like my soul, a soul
everyone can understand and feel.
Form:
My hands,
Eroded by life’s troubles,
Quake in fear,
I see it approaching,
Intense and meaningful,
Is a subtle death.
Woke in panicked haste
Like coffee burning in my lap
Over slept two hours
By Robb A. Kopp
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How clear could my mind be
like crystals falling to the sea
where it is so very vast
to loose your only piece of glass