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Rainbow's in a waterfall.
Rainbow's in a waterfall, magical, beautiful and breathtaking.
Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams.
But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.
Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams.
But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.
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Posted: Apr 15
Post CommentThe Dragonfly
Once a beautiful thing so free and open, the wind lifting her wings into the air.
She's curled up on a pile of sand, the space in her back for the key is empty and a hole remains.
The key forever in His hands.
She's curled up on a pile of sand, the space in her back for the key is empty and a hole remains.
The key forever in His hands.
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Posted: Aug 2023
About this poem:
Deeply lost.Flowers
Woman are thought of as a Rose,
Soft petals, beautiful fragrance, delicate and surrounded by strong thorns to protect her.
Some woman are just like that.
For me a woman is like a sunflower, bright yellow and cheerful, always turns to the warmth of people, and has seeds that feed and nourish.
Most women are sunflowers.
But remember the Rose can bend without breaking, the sunflower can get destroyed for her seeds.
In the end all flowers are beautiful, soft and strong in their own right, so treasure them.
Soft petals, beautiful fragrance, delicate and surrounded by strong thorns to protect her.
Some woman are just like that.
For me a woman is like a sunflower, bright yellow and cheerful, always turns to the warmth of people, and has seeds that feed and nourish.
Most women are sunflowers.
But remember the Rose can bend without breaking, the sunflower can get destroyed for her seeds.
In the end all flowers are beautiful, soft and strong in their own right, so treasure them.
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Posted: Apr 12
About this poem:
We are all so different yet so alike, unique yet. We all feel deeply.Dare To Dream.
Climb into my mind,
But be careful, if you walk down the wrong path you can get Lost.
Sink into my bloodstream,
But make sure you get to My heart, if I get hurt you could just spill out onto the floor.
Walk into My Aura,
But make sure you repair the damage with rainbow colour.
Or, I could just imagine that you saw me inside my mind, found my heart and held it, and that you broke all the barriers and put lights inside the darkness.
That would be safer, that I could handle for now.
But ohh how amazing if you were real.
But be careful, if you walk down the wrong path you can get Lost.
Sink into my bloodstream,
But make sure you get to My heart, if I get hurt you could just spill out onto the floor.
Walk into My Aura,
But make sure you repair the damage with rainbow colour.
Or, I could just imagine that you saw me inside my mind, found my heart and held it, and that you broke all the barriers and put lights inside the darkness.
That would be safer, that I could handle for now.
But ohh how amazing if you were real.
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Posted: Apr 5
About this poem:
Bit lost today.Stairway
There's this interesting Stairway made of stone, that has many levels.
The top level is smooth and well kept, many people have been there.
The middle level has a few cracks and patches of moss, but you can still walk without falling.
The lowest level is where you have to tread carefully, many crack's, lot's of moss and you can fall off easily.
But the few people who take the time to get to the bottom of the strairs, who have the patience to walk slowly and learn the staircase, they get to see the gentle garden where wonder and magic can be found.
The top level is smooth and well kept, many people have been there.
The middle level has a few cracks and patches of moss, but you can still walk without falling.
The lowest level is where you have to tread carefully, many crack's, lot's of moss and you can fall off easily.
But the few people who take the time to get to the bottom of the strairs, who have the patience to walk slowly and learn the staircase, they get to see the gentle garden where wonder and magic can be found.
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Posted: Apr 5
About this poem:
People, like stairs, need to be handled with care if you are too make the journey into the garden and discover Magic.I am waiting for you to fail
In the beginning we give ourselves so freely and completely.
As we progress and discover hurt and loss, we hold back parts in case we lose them.
When we have chunks of who we were missing, we are so gaurded that nobody can truly know you.
At this stage, I am finding that I throw everything I am, the good, bad and ugly, one by one and wait for them to fail, because they will it's human nature.
As we progress and discover hurt and loss, we hold back parts in case we lose them.
When we have chunks of who we were missing, we are so gaurded that nobody can truly know you.
At this stage, I am finding that I throw everything I am, the good, bad and ugly, one by one and wait for them to fail, because they will it's human nature.
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Posted: Mar 18
About this poem:
I guess it's knowing what you are doing and why that's a good thing.I still hope unrealistically that someone would pass my test and be strong enough to stay.
But then I would have to let them.
Preponderance
The least among us are often the best
Not always in referral to greatness
More speaking about a personality
Before the dive to the abysmal bottom
How lofty and often one may speak
May never never again be reached
The genius that tries be-riddles me
Makes a mockery of my freedom
The giants among us all still rivals
All the attention so badly needed
To separate the good from the bad
Where nothing so spectacular as evil
Ever rule over our hearts and minds
So sojourn on my soldier friends
Marching to the drumbeat called liberty
I follow only that what I can defend
And share hope like rays of sunlight
Breaking through the dense darkness
Above the shouts does freedom cry
Not always in referral to greatness
More speaking about a personality
Before the dive to the abysmal bottom
How lofty and often one may speak
May never never again be reached
The genius that tries be-riddles me
Makes a mockery of my freedom
The giants among us all still rivals
All the attention so badly needed
To separate the good from the bad
Where nothing so spectacular as evil
Ever rule over our hearts and minds
So sojourn on my soldier friends
Marching to the drumbeat called liberty
I follow only that what I can defend
And share hope like rays of sunlight
Breaking through the dense darkness
Above the shouts does freedom cry
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Posted: Mar 8
About this poem:
Abstract about the loneliness and solitude of conviction, about the desire for freedom and liberty.Independence and Unity that march side by side is stronger than the forces that separate them.
I let you go.
Today I opened the door to the cage around my heart.
I slowly pulled each memory out, smiled, cried, kissed it and held it close one more time, then opened my hands and watched the soft beautiful butterflies with gentle colours fly free.
I let you go today.
I slowly pulled each memory out, smiled, cried, kissed it and held it close one more time, then opened my hands and watched the soft beautiful butterflies with gentle colours fly free.
I let you go today.
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Posted: Mar 5
About this poem:
Beginning to heal.Letting go, it's time.
There are times when you have to let go of someone.
Open the door to your heart and watch them walk away.
Close the cage back that you were slowly breaking down and lock the door.
Each time you hand over a key gets harder.
The old tarnished gates now have a shinning new lock, maybe one day.
Until then the key is in a box hidden away.
Open the door to your heart and watch them walk away.
Close the cage back that you were slowly breaking down and lock the door.
Each time you hand over a key gets harder.
The old tarnished gates now have a shinning new lock, maybe one day.
Until then the key is in a box hidden away.
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Posted: Feb 25
About this poem:
Sometime you wait for months and realise you were never enough.That's when you need to be strong enough to find you again.
My ghost
There's someone out there He's my ghost.
My being knows him, He was my whole life in my past life.
This life is getting shorter and I sometimes feel like I will miss Him.
But my beautiful Ghost I am here and if we need to wait another lifetime to feel what we have, I am good with that.
Until then let's make memories and live.
My being knows him, He was my whole life in my past life.
This life is getting shorter and I sometimes feel like I will miss Him.
But my beautiful Ghost I am here and if we need to wait another lifetime to feel what we have, I am good with that.
Until then let's make memories and live.
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Posted: Mar 3
About this poem:
They say that we have a soul mate, I think I might have met mine but maybe not, or he's not ready.Never stop looking and hold tight when you find them.
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