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ANGEL
Long golden hair hung down to her waist, such Beauty I have never seen.
For there she lay, one leg outstretched the other half bent with her back resting upon a tree
A snow white dove lay in her cupped hands resting upon bent knee
She turned and smiled at me as I walked by then raised her hands up high
The dove took to the air, I watched it circle in the sky
Then as I gazed back down to where my lady lay
To my surprise my Angel had gone and all that were left to be seen, where a pile of large white feathers, where once my lady had been.
Copyright Peter R Bolton. 20.10.2017
For there she lay, one leg outstretched the other half bent with her back resting upon a tree
A snow white dove lay in her cupped hands resting upon bent knee
She turned and smiled at me as I walked by then raised her hands up high
The dove took to the air, I watched it circle in the sky
Then as I gazed back down to where my lady lay
To my surprise my Angel had gone and all that were left to be seen, where a pile of large white feathers, where once my lady had been.
Copyright Peter R Bolton. 20.10.2017
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
It´s about an Angel, based on someone I had the honor of going out with.. She was indeed an Angel in every way to me and all that came in contact with.. A true friend. One that would not desert you when times got tough.
simple
poems in silence
sparse as winter branches
leaving a few disheveled words
without a script
sparse as winter branches
leaving a few disheveled words
without a script
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Posted: Nov 2017
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Life is what you make it...
Having Asperger's spectrum! I often think deeply...
Have the courage to eliminate the negatives in your life so your positives have a chance to speak! To succeed your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure,
People think that I am so strong but I'm not as strong as you think I am. The truth is you just don't realise how close I am to completely falling apart..
When i am experiencing the worst pain i want to make others smile because its not nice to be sad,
I never know what strength i had until life began to test me,
It takes real strength for me to keep trying when the whole world expects me to fail.
As i am walking down this road of change, may i grow stronger, wiser, and more confident in the decisions i make i live my life for my future..
Have the courage to eliminate the negatives in your life so your positives have a chance to speak! To succeed your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure,
People think that I am so strong but I'm not as strong as you think I am. The truth is you just don't realise how close I am to completely falling apart..
When i am experiencing the worst pain i want to make others smile because its not nice to be sad,
I never know what strength i had until life began to test me,
It takes real strength for me to keep trying when the whole world expects me to fail.
As i am walking down this road of change, may i grow stronger, wiser, and more confident in the decisions i make i live my life for my future..
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Life reflections...
Sighs
For what its worth those star too far
The things to never find
For every heart I've chafed and led to chase
During my shaded divide --
Pale this print of sunshine skin
Envelope another mind that is eager within.
And now the day turns into night
The Storm that dances towards this hill
Shall lend its light and strike in fright.
Imperfections reign on this surface of man
A brother to the secreted thoughts that lie beneath
A wanderer drinking the wanderlust
Of the poets curse
Seeking perfection within imperfection.
Composing this upon the fly
Brooks and Dunn the ballads-bye
Back to the world and its boring pace
Traffic congestion and bills to pay
If only to survive just one more day
So I might find that tender hand
Sublime the contours within her sighs.
The things to never find
For every heart I've chafed and led to chase
During my shaded divide --
Pale this print of sunshine skin
Envelope another mind that is eager within.
And now the day turns into night
The Storm that dances towards this hill
Shall lend its light and strike in fright.
Imperfections reign on this surface of man
A brother to the secreted thoughts that lie beneath
A wanderer drinking the wanderlust
Of the poets curse
Seeking perfection within imperfection.
Composing this upon the fly
Brooks and Dunn the ballads-bye
Back to the world and its boring pace
Traffic congestion and bills to pay
If only to survive just one more day
So I might find that tender hand
Sublime the contours within her sighs.
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Composed on the fly.
I can hear is my breathing
The only thing I can hear is my breathing;
The only thing I can feel is the pain in my soul;
The only thing I can see is the infinite emptiness.
In me it is quiet. Still as in a lifeless body.
A body that had just been left lying,
Without paying any attention to it.
I feel useless and useless,
The meaning of my life no longer exists.
Every thought of the good disappears.
It seemed as though hatred and dislike were prevailing,
As if I were different from the others.
The desire for attention became too great.
My personality disappears in the earth
And adapts to life ...
I now swim in the stream of the masses.
The only thing I can feel is the pain in my soul;
The only thing I can see is the infinite emptiness.
In me it is quiet. Still as in a lifeless body.
A body that had just been left lying,
Without paying any attention to it.
I feel useless and useless,
The meaning of my life no longer exists.
Every thought of the good disappears.
It seemed as though hatred and dislike were prevailing,
As if I were different from the others.
The desire for attention became too great.
My personality disappears in the earth
And adapts to life ...
I now swim in the stream of the masses.
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
When an inner empty arisesThe tears when an angel cries
The tears when an angel cries
The tears when an angel is crying tears my heart
The tears washed from innocence so pure
My soul was twisting - so great was the pain.
The tears when an angel cries - very small.
But my eyes look deep into his soul
A black veil, an icy hand
The tears when an angel cries - very small.
This is what I found in his soul.
The tears when an angel cries - do not you see them?
A silent cry shook me.
The tears of the angel shimmer in the light.
The pain runs through me like a stab.
The freezing hand surrounds my mind.
The tears when an angel cries freeze.
You do not know what suffering means!
You do not know how it is to lose!
The tears when an angel is crying tears my heart
The tears washed from innocence so pure
My soul was twisting - so great was the pain.
The tears when an angel cries - are now mine.
The tears when an angel is crying tears my heart
The tears washed from innocence so pure
My soul was twisting - so great was the pain.
The tears when an angel cries - very small.
But my eyes look deep into his soul
A black veil, an icy hand
The tears when an angel cries - very small.
This is what I found in his soul.
The tears when an angel cries - do not you see them?
A silent cry shook me.
The tears of the angel shimmer in the light.
The pain runs through me like a stab.
The freezing hand surrounds my mind.
The tears when an angel cries freeze.
You do not know what suffering means!
You do not know how it is to lose!
The tears when an angel is crying tears my heart
The tears washed from innocence so pure
My soul was twisting - so great was the pain.
The tears when an angel cries - are now mine.
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
Also angels cry
online today!Time To Time
Joy
Is always found
In the quiet
Reflections
Of gratitude
Peace
Can find a way
Upon closer
Inspections
Of common
Respect
Love
Finding its way
Making new
Affections
Closer
Bringing together
The raw ingredients
Blending baking
Following perfect
Directions
Life
A big recipe
You just follow to
Perfection
And opportunity
Happens
From time to time
Is always found
In the quiet
Reflections
Of gratitude
Peace
Can find a way
Upon closer
Inspections
Of common
Respect
Love
Finding its way
Making new
Affections
Closer
Bringing together
The raw ingredients
Blending baking
Following perfect
Directions
Life
A big recipe
You just follow to
Perfection
And opportunity
Happens
From time to time
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Posted: Jun 2019
About this poem:
Abstractive thinking about the meaning of live, love, joy, and happiness.online today!Penultimate Son
Breaking barriers
Misunderstanding
Can not impede
Movement
Through the cycles
What spills out
Improvement
Moving past
Being stuck
Second to last
Ascension
Into higher realms
Worthiness
Fills the void that
Emptiness
Once occupied
Respecting and
Understanding our
Uniqueness
That orders
The Universe
Misunderstanding
Can not impede
Movement
Through the cycles
What spills out
Improvement
Moving past
Being stuck
Second to last
Ascension
Into higher realms
Worthiness
Fills the void that
Emptiness
Once occupied
Respecting and
Understanding our
Uniqueness
That orders
The Universe
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
Little play on a big word. ??Heard a Noise
gather around, feathers from all shapes
emerging, collecting
and trivial fly, to where all started
the noise that wasn't
sound from all over, except my ears
commotion is created, by, not me
gosh, never been so rested, and alerted
vicious, definitely, burden, all the way
yeah, knowingly.
emerging, collecting
and trivial fly, to where all started
the noise that wasn't
sound from all over, except my ears
commotion is created, by, not me
gosh, never been so rested, and alerted
vicious, definitely, burden, all the way
yeah, knowingly.
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
Going.
Paint my picture
He stares
With brush in hand he paints from mind
A picture come to light
Paint here Paint there
He stops and stirs
To view his artwork
Creative his he
With his magic touch
A painting a picture a
Oil work for all to see
He's a art collector a painter
A watcher
He Paints just for him
His joy his hobby
He the artist the pictures just for him
With brush in hand he paints from mind
A picture come to light
Paint here Paint there
He stops and stirs
To view his artwork
Creative his he
With his magic touch
A painting a picture a
Oil work for all to see
He's a art collector a painter
A watcher
He Paints just for him
His joy his hobby
He the artist the pictures just for him
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
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