Poet’s Heart

to write is to dream and to dream is to write wide awake or deep asleep a poet’s heart dreams forging a link a link between the imagery and symbolism and the power of words creative sparks fly love lives hope survives the universe agrees to what the poet’s heart’s desires my poet heart desires

Your Hello

what is with your “hello,” dear?that I so long desired to hear a kind of hello, i used to adorewhenever you’re up and close by the door the hello that awakened my soulfulfilled my true heart’s impulse a kind of hello, i missed and longed forregardless of the millions i heard over the hello that

Not You, My Love

the gentle tidemay turn intoa raging wave but not you my love, dreamsmay turninto nightmares but not you my love, wounds may hurtand becomelasting scars but not you my love, love may fade awaybut i believeyours won’t no, not yours my love, some may losea battle, go homewounded but not you my love,never really youfor

My Baby Blue Eyes

7th in the series of ” tell me your song, i’ll write you a poem” My Baby Blue Eyes I was a small town girl with big dreams in store, a small town girl with looks entirely different from yours, and in a game of probability, what were the odds that i would have you,

A Hundred Million Love Songs

A Hundred Million Love Songs there are over a hundred million love songs  and I could dedicate each for you  each and everyday for you are my greatest love the poetry I write and the melody of my heart there are over a hundred million love songs and I could sing each one for you

A Snowflakes of Thank You

“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.” – Ashley Smith I believe in dreams, and I see the good in even the worst situation; I

I Love You, At First

I Love You, At First you walked past by me wearing a dashing smilewith the sun so hot and up, but the air was coolcould it be, because of your easy-breezy presence, I was beguiled?or was it just me feeling the numbness of my senses I could drool? your smile I can’t forget and your

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Bewitched

If I am to live for another 45 years, I’d spend it writing poetry about you only you and let me start by saying this brings me back to the day I first met you I was bewitched and totally beguiled by you from that day on forward I could never take away your charm

Odd

I am strange different from what is expected In science I am like an atom that possess an odd number of electrons In Mathematics I am a number not even divisible by two I always have one leftover as a remainder when divided by two They call me weird because I am different peculiar. queer.