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Best Poems Written by Cynthia Ondrich

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His Name Is Poetry

His Name is Poetry


I have a new friend, a new love
He dances with his pure and honest heart
And strokes me with his gentle words
I crave him, desire him more with each passing day
Oh, what deep feelings he has stirred within me
He carries me joyfully, sometimes sadly, on a journey
From moment to hour to the day’s end
With his words, rhythmically he calms and soothes me
As does a mother cooing to her precious newborn
With a love as strong and as real
I can not, will not, be without you
You have entered my life swiftly, silently
Yet your power yells loudly, beckons me to follow
In your footsteps, to see where you go
Where you will take me, my love,
Poetry

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Baby

Baby      

    
Baby’s breath so sweet
Rose-petal velvet soft skin
Innocent and pure

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Plumes of Smoke

Plumes of smoke rise up
From dead wood, a red hot fire
Decayed leaves, Autumn

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Frozen Pond

As I walk next to the frozen pond
The early morning sun was rising from behind the hill in the distance
Its warm rays peek through the line of maples
The air was still, the day was quiet

Only yesterday’s snow crunches with each step I take,
And the new freshly fallen powdery snow swooshes out from under my boots
I wondered, as I peered at the icy pond, would it support my weight
Should I venture across?
I would reach the road faster by cutting across, and decided to risk it
Gingerly I stepped, one foot at a time, holding my breath, closing my eyes,
Listening for the ominous crack
The air was still, the day was quiet

I hastened my step, quickly, lightly
It was a narrow, but a long pond, and deep for one so small
My heart pounded at the thought of its bottom
Nearing the center, the belly of this beast, a sharp noise stopped me like a statue
On the frozen pond

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Pine Trees In the Cemetary

Pine Trees in the Cemetary


Pine needles shiver in the frigid February air
Sunlight streams through the old tree’s huge arm branches
Casting light onto the frozen ground blanketed in snow

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Her Poem To Him

I love your mind and heart, your smile and your gentle touch
Your spirit, your laugh, the inner beauty that shines when you speak
When you share your thoughts, your love of life, your love
Call it destiny, fate, chance, coincidence;
the unspeakable energy which carried us to
this place in the universe where our souls met,
captured in an extraordinary gift of time,
beckoning us to search for the words unsaid,
willing us to explore with our bodies and self
more than simple pleasure or growing passion
this need to reach out to each other, not with hand,
but with mind, heart and soul 
to find that which is elusive, why we are here, 
and where do we go from here

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Caress

Caress

Caress
Simply caress me
Your words always do
Impress
Simply impress me
Your actions never fail to
Love
Simply love me
With your heart and soul
Kiss
Simply kiss me
Soft, hard, tender
Touch
Simply touch me
I melt when you do
Hold
Simply hold me
As only you can do
Cry
I simply cry
Waiting for sweet you

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Dad's Pine Trees

You carried the young pine trees from our old cottage by the lake
To our new cottage on the hill, planting them carefully, lovingly
When young and bent crooked; you guided them with a little stake
Over the years, with the sun and the rain, they grew 
Into mature, sturdy pines, so strong and so beautiful
They were each free to branch out in any direction
For you planted them wisely, far apart to have room to grow
They shed their needles, sometimes overwhelmingly sad
Their unmistaken fragrance carried on the wings
Of the slightest breeze that wafts gently through the air
How it reminds me of you, and I feel like you are here
Whispering that you love us and have never left us
Then, I shall whisper softly that I will never forget you, Dad

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Words

Words

If written words are the instruments
That bring our thoughts to life 
Then let this dance on paper
Show the wonder and beauty felt
So that when dreams fade from memory
And hope is all we have
We forget to remember
Love is for eternity

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Her Poem To Him

Her Poem to Him

I love your mind and soul, your smile and your gentle touch
Your spirit, your laugh, the inner beauty that shines when you speak
When you share your thoughts, your love of life, your love
Call it destiny, fate, chance, coincidence;
the unspeakable energy which carried us to
this place in the universe where our souls met,
captured in an extraordinary gift of time,
beckoning us to search for the words unsaid,
willing us to explore with our bodies and self
more than simple pleasure or growing passion
this need to reach out to each other, not with hand,
but with mind, heart and soul 
to find that which is elusive, why are we here, 
and where do we go from here