Author: Unknown
Cast upon me, oh precious light
shower me with your golden rays
engulf me in your passion.
Take me to your world
where forever is everlasting
and seconds turn into years.
I need not see the future
just the present, clearly.
Clarity is knowledge.
Oh precious light that shines
you are my master,
my substance for survival.
Let me strive with certianity
let my powers abound
and in your light, let me find truth.
Cast upon me, oh precious light
engulf me in your passion
let eternity set me free.
; Frank.E
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
JUST HOW I WAS FEELING AGAIN, LOL.
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Author: Unknown
THE FISHERMAN
As waves crash around him
he has scarcely a fear.
This is what he's use to
he's done it for years.
This hard fought existance,
is all he has known,
with his body of muscles,
and nerves made of stone.
The fisherman's world
is a life without rest,
he gives it his all,
yes, he gives it his best.
He goes out each morning
to put food on the table
he'll do it a lifetime
that is, if he's able.
The beauty of water,
the scents of the sea,
far out on the ocean
a fishermans free.
; Frank.E.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
I am origionally fromNewfoundland and Labrador. in my province, every year many men go to sea to make a hard earned living for their families. Most say they would never give it up for anything, they love the ocean, i hust wrote it for a friend who unfortunately got lost at sea at the age of 29 years old. that was 15 years ago. R.I.P Scotty !!!
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Author: Unknown
Alone.
Engulfed in my own darkness.
Withering away,
Alone.
Blinded.
Dreaming but not seeing.
Wishing bit not receiving.
Alone.
Where is my love ?
Why haven't i found it?
Where does that leave me ?
Alone.
Are you out there?
Are you waiting for me?
Will you find me ?
Alone.
Alone and waiting for my true love to come.
I'm here !!!! Please find me,
Please don't leave me here ,
Alone.
; Frank
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
i'm just sitting in my apt. alone and this is how i feel right now, alone. Waiting for my turn at true love, affection and truth.
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Author: Unknown
Sweat soaked shirt
pants matted in mud
reaking of unbathed odour
it was his destiny.
It wasn't by choice
his dreams are filled with riches.
Not his life
it is riddled with poverty.
As he lies near the tracks
he thinks of tomorrow
if there shall be one
as the frost bites deep into his body.
Slowly his eyes close
as he drifts to a far better place.
It is much warmer here
he unbuttons his tattered coat.
As he walks the pearly gates of heaven
an overwhelming contentment surrounds him.
His journey is over.
He has finally returned home.
; Frank.E
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
i heard a few years ago about a homeless person who froze to death alongside a railway track, and this is what i wrote about it.
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Author: Unknown
In the depths of the forest
peace there is found
such a fine quiet place
where tranquility abounds.
Songbirds sing softly
arousing my soul
it shows me the meaning
of how life should go.
A place where mankind
has not used his blades
where tall towering trees
surround us with shade.
A true inclination
to leave nature alone
the scents of the forest
is her own sweet cologne.
We should never destroy it
it is all we have left
A place to find freedom
a place we can rest.
The forest gives happiness
to all who live there
It's a place that god gave us
fo all life to share.
;Frank.E
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
it's just how i feel about the forest.
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