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Google attēlu meklēšanas rezultāti: Love’s Echo. The Silver Necklace. Book Magic, a poem by RasmaSandra. All poetry poets - All Poetry. Book magic as old as the hills each volume full of mystery full of words that could fill the sea so many times my soul has refreshed itself there Friends come and friends go here words like smoky vapors envelop me coming together to tell a story which at times can be full of glory pages take me for a journey to another time and place Books are for everyone for kings and paupers, for ordinary folk they bring the wisdom of the ages each book as it’s opened has a scent of centuries past.

Book Magic, a poem by RasmaSandra. All poetry poets - All Poetry

Enjoying the River. The Hopeless Romantic. Retkon Poet. Teddy, My Friend. Child of Nature. Poetry and Viral Videos. Katherine’s Moments to Raiders of the Lost Bark A lover's invitation to a magic moment One for lovers, one for pet lovers Katherine’s Moments (poem) Katherine come journey with meDon’t close your eyes to moments to beMoments which wait a lifetime to free-Can’t you feel it tickingMoments on the pagesOf a book unfinishedWhispering its secretsTo a heart left longingFor a tune to follow-Katherine come journey with meDon’t close the door to moments to beMoments which wait a starlight to see-Still they are repeatingMoments dreams surrenderTo forgotten slumbersWishes cast in sunsetsDrifting in an oceanReasons left behind-Katherine come journey with meDon’t turn away from moments to beMoments which wait a fond memory-What veils keep disguisingMoments once so hoped forBy that endless fountainOf refreshing watersThe myriad of seasonsAll reflecting you-Moments which wait for your destiny Let's top this off with Vargo "The Moment" Plus.

Poetry and Viral Videos

Love So Evergreen. Other than inward. Posted: December 30, 2014 in My Poetry Tags: amor, arts, author, Chris Lawrence, desire, emotion, feeling, film, image, literatura, literature, love, passion, poème, poem, poema, poesia, poesie, poet, poezi, Sunday Whirl, writer, writing alone on a dreams forgotten shore that stray thundering sea reached towards the sky wind creased and folded grass, elemental human hearts away from pale insignificance chime together the fire has not vanished silent dune blue air, these memories will scar and no holy intervention can claim a dedicated tear sigh and embrace an eloquent arrival of intimacy ripe silent love.

other than inward

Deep in my Northeast Kingdom .........verse. In Remembrance of Poets. Love at Christmas. The Poet and His Muse. The Poet and His Muse Like a bright, colorful butterfly no one is as beautiful as you once again I’m young and in love and heady from your perfume In your lovely face I gaze completely mesmerized and there like green emeralds I see your eyes glitter and shine Your rainbow arches over my sorrow carrying all the colors in your hands and I follow behind you.

The Poet and His Muse

Didn't know I'd lose you that soon .......poem. The House. When Two Hearts Meet. Ode to Winding Road. Inter-racial relation elation .............Poem. The Bluest Christmas. Faithless Love, a poem by RasmaSandra. All poetry poets - All Poetry. Wonderful You. Dearly Belovéd. The Whispers Of Thunder I am nothing more than a spirit Lost in a celestial… Love for Now and Always. The Stream of Life (a poem of inspiration) Turning His World Upside Down. Miracles The rising sun, floated slowly, Through the sky and then Disappeared… Changes - Vincent Moore. His World, His Love. His Elusive Love. In Response to Bill's Challenge: The Woman on the Mountaintop (Poem) by Manatita.

Memories of Love. Ode to the Mocking Bird ( a poem of tribute) Alone with the wind .....poem. Summers End - Vincent Moore. The summer has come to an end,Fall has come and gone with color leaving naked trees in its absence.People hurry and scurry about, with crunching sounds of footprints left on natures palette of naked leaves.Fast approaching is winter chill, the air is crisp, heads are bowed with conviction as spirits plow with hunched shoulders fighting against the onslaught of flying and whirling snow in the air.

Summers End - Vincent Moore

Yes like a Lion in winter, the throne of summer is now empty and its people will pull their garments on to protect them from whatever elements come their way. No poet ever wrote a poem. Must Be the Stardust. Quietness and Solitude. THE CLEANSING TIDE. The child in his arms, such a precious gift, Her sweet loving smile would make his heart lift.


Born into a love that none could compare, Baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born on love filled days, From the moment he held her he was blown away. His heart did a flip and his smile was so wide, His devotion to his daughter could not be denied. Dreams and Stardust. The Ascent And Descent of Heaven (The Scent of The Seductive, Just ...) by Manatita. Words I Should Be Saying. Nothingunderthesun41. Getting Together Again. Warriors of flesh and bone ...... When the Music Died in Me. A Distant Shore (tanka) The Shores Of Think Of You. VERSICALS NEWBIES. When Muses Rule. A Common Melody. It Calls To Me (poem) by Mhatter99. Autumn breeze My shutters feel broken; neither closed nor open, just flapping… Having Good Times.

Autumn Hearts. Winds blow through leafs of yellow Hollow pumpkins stare, eyes aglow, and empty grins.

Autumn Hearts

Long gazes towards golden horizons as the world browns and burnishes around us. Summer has come and gone, Autumn rolls in with thunderous storms. In the greyness of rains, and the orange of cloudless middays, Your hand blankets mine. Creating a warmth in a chill of the air, Waiting for seasons to race by, These autumn hearts by the crackling fire. Roja Ariel Douglas October 9, 2013. Long Poem By Darren Scanlon. How frail, in truth, is the world that we tread The captains and kings predicting calm seas ahead As they’re riding high, upon their silver spoons Laughing, as below the world withers; dying blooms How thin the membrane of life’s brittle bubbles Building our barriers and avoiding all troubles Do we wonder at the reasons; do we hide or protect As we inch to the edge to see what we can detect What was that sound; was there movement out there Should I really be asking; do I even dare Tentatively touching the flimsy façade So supple is the skin that I, daily, guard Looking back at my life; the days growing harder The air is much thicker; little left in the larder Hands hardened by toil beneath a burning sun Yet there, outside, I hear people having fun Am I guardian or prisoner within this creaking cocoon A creeping curiosity and yet, gone just as soon As I wonder what would happen if I pressed against the skin Would it hold or would it buckle, this shield of light, so thin.

Long Poem By Darren Scanlon

Loving a Memory. The Seasons. Little Dancing Bear. Voices on september winds ......Verse. The Making Of Sir Willow. This can't be me A poetic collaboration by Priya Patel and Cornelius Hodge I… Burning Love. A Love Till the End of Time. His Gentle Smile. The Poetry Channel. The Seasons are Changing. Lovers’ Afternoon (Poem) The Gentle Tear. Let the dogs run.......poem. “I’m going crazy, a little everyday”… Dancing is Romancing. Suzette Says. The only opinion about your dream that really counts is yours.

Suzette Says

The negative comments of others merely reflects their limitations not yours. ~ Cynthia Kersey I Touch the SkyI reach to touch the skyTo ever expand my vision And reach.I touch the starsAnd gently pull a starTo my heart;Oh! The dreams within meBecome forever imprinted on my heartI cradle my dreams withinAnd nurture them;They can come true becauseI touch the sky.Copyright (c) 2014 Suzannah Wolf Walker all rights reserved. Don't Close Your Eyes by Vincent Moore. All Our Yesterdays. Are you awake ?.......Poem. So Much More Than I Bargained For. Alzheimer's Disease: In rhyming fashion. It Calls To Me. No Better Love. Harsh rains soak through me suddenly refirtilized once again I bloom my roots… Today's new poem: Silence     By: Liza Lomax Be still my heart Peaceful and… Today's new poem: Silence     By: Liza Lomax Be still my heart Peaceful and…

The Long Goodnight. Today's new poem: You And Me      By: Liza Lomax Your face is a melody Plays… Today's new poem: You And Me      By: Liza Lomax Your face is a melody Plays… Remember Me. Stay, My Love. Tarry a Little Longer. Dedicated to Gypsy Rose Lee. By Manatita. Home Where birdsong beckon a new day's dawn And faint naked footsteps stain… An Intonation of Love. The Locket For My Love. Names Across The Sky (poem) La Riva Sulla riva dei fianchi dimentico me stesso e aspetto la tua armonia… Destinies fool After the last sunset, Came the dawn, With clouds kissing the… A blog of life according to me. A Hummingbird Kind of Love.