I feel so weak and you care for me
I feel my need and you are here for me
I prayed for you and in my darkest hour
You filled my life and stayed with me
Category poetry
My Crush
I had a crush on him
He was the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky
He was everything I dreamed him to be
I’d always been a flower on the wall
So I did what I could for him to notice me
I spruced and preened and plucked and tanned
I batted my eyelashes and changed my style
And he noticed me, he did I can say
But it was not enough for him to stay
For more than the fleeting moment when he grasped my hand
And for that moment my heart leapt up, my world became alive
He moved on to brighter lands
Leaving me with a memory so many moons ago
Of a solitary moment when he noticed me
Took my hand in his own
And then let it go
Transient
All the things that stole my time
All the thoughts that filled my mind
Fantasies, desires, dreams and wants
Fluttered away like leaves in the wind
Leaving nothing behind
But time that was lost
In My Heart
I had a mother for a while
A woman to care for me
She cared
She loved
She shared
She cried
Until that day arrived
When suddenly
Without warning
She died
.
Confession
I gave you flowers once
When you were sick and the world thought you might die
You never died but your memory went
Leaving no remembrance of what ever happened
I wasn’t sick
So my memory stayed
And I remember
Fantasy
I’m dreaming of
Your hands on mine
I’m dreaming of your kiss
I’m dreaming of
Your lips on mine
I’m dreaming of your touch
I’m dreaming of
Your body’s heat
I’m dreaming of your love
Despair
I’m drowning
I try and reach for air
I’m sinking
I call but you are nowhere
I’m dying
I pray for you to be there –
There where my prayers
Fly to, and there where
My hope leads me to.
My sinking heart
Leads me to
Despair.
Divine Love
Place your hand in mine
I love you with all my love
Divine, forever
Imagination
I read some words
Transporting me to worlds anew
And when the words came to an end
My world was different than before
But yet, it was still the same
Unchanged, just as it had
Always been
Why Do I Write?
I write to be free
I write because there are words inside of me
I write for comfort
I write for love
I write for joy
I write for peace
I write for me and if it can be a help
I am glad if my words can grow their wings
And fly to be where they need to be
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