Details |
Shannon Donovan Poem
What makes us human?
The air we breathe?
The body we inhabit our soul in?
The knowledge that we are here and alive?
Yes but what makes us really human?
The way our heart beats
When another soul touches our skin
The emotions that arise
When we get to experience
A pretty sunset or sunrise
The chilling air
That we breathe into our lungs
On those cold winter nights
And the moments that filter your mind
Just as you close your eyes
The answer to the question?
The beautiful, enchanting
Emotions, thoughts and feelings
That we are lucky to experience
Every minute of every single day
For the rest of our lives
Because the way we feel never dies
And yes bodies may age
And yes knowledge may grow distant
But the love felt in our life
That is something else
That will never die
Copyright © Shannon Donovan | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Shannon Donovan Poem
The never ending feeling of pain
As the giant ball rises up into my throat
Spiralling into an epitome of low
How can love be so cruel?
I watch as you take my soul, my mind, my everything, my nothing
Will I ever survive this cruel game we play?
Copyright © Shannon Donovan | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Shannon Donovan Poem
The world moved around her
As if floating on air
Every inch of her skin
Consumed by a burning passion
Only living through a dance
Keeping her mind at ease
And as every bad misfortune
Swiftly moved through her
Pleasure took over
Copyright © Shannon Donovan | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Shannon Donovan Poem
Darkness floods my mind
Morning spills its quiet blue
Colour wakes my soul
Copyright © Shannon Donovan | Year Posted 2026
|