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Lyda Louis Poem
Time is there,
Time is strong,
Until time slips by
And time is gone.
A regret of yesterday,
A waste of today.
A blossoming flower,
Withers away.
A rainy tomorrow,
A sunny today.
A happy child
goes astray.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2015
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Lyda Louis Poem
The island over there,
he pointed to the north.
A little boy drowned
on the night of the fourth.
The girl stood in shock,
Her body turned to stone.
Tears fell from her eyes,
she chilled to the bone.
No sadness in those waters,
no trouble she had known.
But sorrows she now knew,
that left her quite alone.
The roaring of her mind
began to swallowed her too.
She was wrought with fear
of the empty ocean blue.
She realized in her mind
how few tragedies she knew.
There were many other sorrows
too broken to be true.
Quite fearful she was,
but thankful she felt too.
For with age comes awareness,
weary knowledge she grew.
She swam in the waters
with a new maturity.
The island in the distance
had saved her from obscurity.
The water looked wrong,
but unchanged in her heart.
For in her mind she knew:
where joy must end, tragedy will start.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2017
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Lyda Louis Poem
My heart was yours,
My love and pride.
Our love was like the ocean,
As steady as the tide.
But my heart was soon forgotten,
The heart that once was yours.
Our tide had reached a stop,
Abandoned on the shore.
What is this feeling,
This ache inside?
For my soul feels broken,
Shattered in a great divide.
My nights turned to sorrow
And my days to rain.
I longed for our love,
For all I felt was pain.
Another love came,
And another love went.
I found a new love,
But my heart is still bent.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2016
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Lyda Louis Poem
They say that love is more powerful than hate.
I dare not put that to the test.
Hate is like a fire,
While love is the smoke.
The fire burns within the flesh,
While the smoke spreads,
Burning deep within the lungs.
They are both equally as powerful,
And both leave scars.
Love is more dangerous,
For we take caution of the fire,
Not the smoke.
It isn't until the smoke burns our lungs
That we realize its potential.
The fire is what lures among our nightmares,
Posing an immediate threat.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2015
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Lyda Louis Poem
Love is an ocean
The tide like waves in our hearts
Cleansing and beating
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2016
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Lyda Louis Poem
Fly away on the white wings of dreams,
To a place far and free.
A place where the red rose of love comes without the thorns of pain.
A place where hatred is nothing but a crimson stain.
A place where jealousy burns no more,
And the stab wound of hate is nothing but a sore.
A place where tragedy is nothing but a play.
And the brilliant glow of a smile,
Is always there to stay.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2015
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Lyda Louis Poem
There once was a gray-haired old lady.
Her name was Miss Irma McGrady.
As sweet as can be
was little old she,
but at bingo she’d act rather shady.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2019
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Lyda Louis Poem
Though we had troubles
Both thick and thin,
Time healed the wounds which once cut deep;
The pain became a forgotten sin.
My love will soon return,
My soft caress he will await
How can our love be questioned,
For isn't true love fate?
But alas my love comes near,
As hollow as the soul of an echo
His eyes once alert and aware
Scream bloodcurdling cries of sorrow
His eyes meet mine
Wide and empty as can be
My love I know by the inside only,
But does my love know me?
His words speak of love
But his mind thinks of another
His heart which belonged to me
Now belongs to someone other
Does his heart not remember,
The turtle doves that flew?
Does his mind convince him otherwise
And cause his thoughts to go askew?
The forgotten story now lies in his mind,
And the knowledge lies in mine.
The future is unknown,
And the past is left behind...
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2017
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Lyda Louis Poem
In darkness I sit,
Afraid and alone.
Chained and tied I wait,
Ashamed to call this my home.
Will this darkness end?
Will I ever be free?
In this blinding shadow,
There is no way to see.
But in the darkness
I hear a song so pure!
An anthem that rings
Strong and sure!
I follow the sound,
To a brilliant light.
An astonishing glow,
That swallows the night.
The sound of freedom
Sweeps the land!
My tears are dried,
And independence stands.
There is no fear,
My chains no more.
For freedom sings
Like a lions' roar.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2016
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Lyda Louis Poem
Love is as deadly as a fire,
With hunger like a lion.
As precious as a rose
Picked fresh from a garden.
As mysterious as a shadow,
As lonesome as the moon.
A magnificent tapestry
Woven on a loom.
As strong as rain
Drilling down,
Yet as soft as the clouds
From which it ascends.
Love is as powerful as death;
Love never ends.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2015
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