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Isabella Ellis Poem
Lilac gently pressed on a page,
Soft kisses remain like whispers.
Time dwells as wine doth age.
In the dusting of springtime,
love`s promises lie eternal;
yet somewhere inside sorrow stirs.
Ever present as before,
ashes of the past are what remain.
Were this cup of mine not full,
chaos would pour out from the core.
The sweet, scented thoughts of yesterday
linger as they burn, etched in soul;
a field of graves where love doth lay,
forevermore silent, yet not slain.
Copyright © Isabella Ellis | Year Posted 2023
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Isabella Ellis Poem
Words shatter like broken glass,
Heaps of fallen glory stained by the past.
Strewn about are the ashes of our disdain,
in the middle of it all Love lies almost lifeless,
the aftermath of our chaos is all that remains.
Will my heart ever truly feel once more?
A mystery that seemingly evades me
like the sun on a rainy day.
Why has Love gone away from me?
Am I unable to release it from its prison door?
Last I remember, my heart was left to die in a shallow grave,
Since then, I have not been able to resurrect it;
I have clung to sorrow, my soul lying awake,
awaiting Love`s return once more.
Copyright © Isabella Ellis | Year Posted 2023
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Isabella Ellis Poem
A gentle breeze under an oak tree,
trembling lips utter Love`s pure intent;
it was within the whispers of Summer
that my heart found its way home to thee.
Two kindred souls burning, yearning for more;
strewn about in a field of lilies,
the last promises of Love had been spent.
Why then, does the heart linger where it`s been?
Why doth Love remain like an open door?
Perhaps desire stays, strung up like sin,
wanting that which is forbidden.
Craving Love that leaves you feeling so full;
let it be I that succumbs to it then,
Love so deep it makes Summer eternal.
Copyright © Isabella Ellis | Year Posted 2023
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Isabella Ellis Poem
Alone on a star,
I wish to see hope granted but alas from afar,
our love ran cold like a stream gone dry.
I picked up my broken heart and carried it ever so soft,
I wandered the places where oft love goes to die.
Begrudgingly, I held that sharp steel sword ever so ary,
you would almost think I buried sorrow`s disdain on the hill aloft.
I swung relentlessly, blade relentless in its dire pursuit,
until I collapsed with heart in hand;
ready to meet my unrequited fate, to only uncover the lowly
place of which our demise doth lie.
Speak softly or do not speak at all;
we were destined to meet love`s malice,
the bleak uncertainty remains as of late:
was how we fell all pretend or were we even meant to fall?
Copyright © Isabella Ellis | Year Posted 2023
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Isabella Ellis Poem
Where do I begin when it comes to you?
Your domain is among the heavens and the earth
and within the hearts and minds of mortals too.
Before my time, you fought for me ever so mightily,
never to be removed like a tree rooted in Salvation`s destiny.
Because of you, I have been built to withstand storms of pain,
continuing on, like the warrior that I am;
having been called by name to walk through the everlasting rain.
Copyright © Isabella Ellis | Year Posted 2023
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