A poem I wrote, called My last smile.
Silence all over, the night is still young.
But it’s already too late for me.
I could not be saved. I could not be believed. I could not be lost……..
A poem called whenever you are.
Whenever I am gone.
Whenever you’re searching for me.
Whenever your deepest fear came true.
Whenever you cannot take it………..
Just a poem written by me. A poem called: You cannot be saved.
Broken you stand in the darkness.
Tears are running down your face.
Tears are dropping on the cold stone floor.
You will forget the days when only sunshine posessed your delicate soul….
Acrostics are poems that go down and across. The poems don’t have to rhyme and they can have as many words as you like. You can choose any subject you like, even your own name.
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Continue ReadingA tribute to my mom.
Continue ReadingThis poem was written, quite awhile back as I gazed across our rose garden and got a shot of the beautiful roses, all decked with hue and enhanced by the sunlight after the pouring rains, which served constantly to remind us how delicate as roses we really are, and not to be missued, or ignored or left alone to die without a cause. Listen or read the words and picture yourselves as one of those beautiful "roses" because whether you know it or not, hypothetically speaking we truly are like the roses in God’s beautiful garden. Enjoy!!!!!
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