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T.L. Drover Poem
Gracefully falling
Crystals of pure perfection
No two are alike.
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Pregnant buds on a barren tree
Explode
Into a pale pink cloud
The delicate scent whispers in the
Chill spring air
And then
Pinpricks of green
Amongst the rosy blossoms
Bright, vibrant,
The electric colour of
Rebirth, new life
Look below,
Littered on the ground
Like a bridal procession
Recently triumphed past
A collage of discarded petals
As they plummet they are
Quickly replaced with
The more resilient leaves
Of Spring’s awakening.
This moment, so perfect
When all converge in one
And she wears her
Many faceted cloak.
Resplendent, luxurious
Is there anything more
Sublime
Than a cherry tree
In April?
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Leaves crunch underfoot
Savour the sweet scent of fall
Rainbows on the ground
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For The Summer is Over Haiku contest:
Sunsets come early
Leaves fade and begin to fall
Too soon summer flees
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T.L. Drover Poem
Fear fear fear
Lessons from yesterday haunt -
demand from tomorrow looms.
No way to escape.
Today is saturated in anxiety.
Anger anger anger
Frustration over inequality.
Malicious throughts cross my mind.
Lashing out in bitter words
because I have no power over this.
Love love love
More than anything you are mine.
Through it all, good and challenging.
Now may be a struggle - yet -
no matter what we have each other.
Copyright © T.L. Drover | Year Posted 2011
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(This is for the LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE Poetry Soup Contest)
Letting go
Inside my heart
Venting sadness
Enticing a fresh start
Looking ahead
Anticipating a fight
Until the future
Grabs me tight
Happiness is waiting
Like a beckoning hand
Only I must reach out with
Veracity, and take a stand
Excitement waiting for a place to land
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In my life so wonderful
I have many, many blessings
To share with you, a few this day
Though many I am missing.
Life!
Love!
Learning!
My family...and most of all...
My husband.
My home - so full of life
My garden - lush and vibrant
My job - my livelihood
My city - thriving and dynamic
Health - it allows me to enjoy the rest!
Opportunities for growth (they are everywhere)
My ability for self expression
My desire for knowledge
The safety I enjoy,
Living in my bountiful country
The food in my kitchen
The clothes in my closet
My flaws - they make me unique and interesting
My attributes - they balance out the flaws
And finally, most of all,
Thankful for
Who I am and the life I live...
A great blessing indeed!
(This is my entry for the Count Your Blessings poetry contest)
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I see you
and
WHAM
insides twisting
heart racing
everything spirals out of control.
Jealousy spews its
emerald poison through
my heightened veins.
Longing and loathing
are equal partners in
my extreme discomfort.
It's not hate -
not quite -
but an aversion that seems
to know no bounds.
The sight of your
face fills me with
envy
disgust
and
maybe just a little
desire.
Desire for friendship
for your attention
for your approval.
In the hopes that it might
calm the tumultuous churning
of my soul.
I yearn for peace that
seems so hard to grasp;
to best you, to be you
either way I want to
conquer you
so you can no longer flaunt
your existance
over my meager self.
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T.L. Drover Poem
(For the Top Ten Contest)
Number ten would be the sunshine
peeking through the blinds.
Nine would be the birds calling
exclaiming o’er worms they find.
The eighth is the knowledge that
I have a full day ahead of me.
Seven is the mat beckoning
for Yoga - to help me be free.
The sixth reason is how I manage
to crawl out from the sheets.
The lure of fresh coffee and breakfast
a banana, or Cream of Wheat.
Five is brushing away the
fuzzy morning breath that lingers.
Four is watering my plants and
checking the soil with my fingers.
And the top three reasons morning
is an easy time for me to greet.
Are all because of you, my love
for with you each morning I meet.
Three is your smile, always ready.
Two is your touch, always loving.
And the number one reason I
find the promise of morning so moving:
Are your beautiful, sparkling, radiant
and wonderful, captivating, deep
soulful green eyes that so easily
pull me from the seductive land of sleep.
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You saw into the very depths
of all that I rarely share;
all of me, bared before you
yet you didn't even care.
Cold, icy, penetrating,
eyes that could freeze
molten lava - bitter, morose,
but underneath a spark did tease.
A playful glimmer, deeply hidden,
true warmth radiating with the word
of love you so rarely spoke, leaving
me to wonder if it was ever heard.
I used to long with desperation
for you to turn those eyes on me,
to really know me and to care
that my love ran deep as the sea.
Until finally one day I came to know that
hid behind your eyes was a barren soul
And so I left, to somehow find a way
to make my broken heart whole.
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