poetry

Autumn Leaves- a poem

When all

is dying

those autumn

leaves

crunch

beneath

my feet as

a reminder of

home.

Of how many times

I would count

the leaves

on the trees.

How many

fell,

and how many

seem

to hang on.

Those trees

are me.

And my thoughts

are those

autumn leaves.

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poetry

The Bridge- a poem

There is a

bridge in

my mind

of where

I am

and where

I’ve been.

A cold wind

gust tries

to push

me back

to where I’ve

been but then

I see your eyes.

How sad

they would’ve been.

 

poetry

Today and Tomorrow- a poem

You’re predictable

you have no today

and tomorrow.

Your melodies

repeating

and my questions

left unanswered.

Where do you go

when the skies

turn to gray

and your songs

end

with a dull,

dud ending.

Today and

tomorrow

I spend thinking

when this world

you live in will

change.

poetry

Her Flowers- a poem

She grows

her flowers

in barren fields

and sings

songs to the

wind.

Cold winters

freeze her

rose to ice

but she still

sings.

Her flowers

die,

but not her

song

even when

she lay,

sick in bed.

Sunny days

head her

way and

her songs finally

changes.

 

poetry

Sweet Song- a poem

I loose myself

in your

sweet song

and tangled

in your lies

though your

voice

cries like

the angels,

your words

honey sweet.

Your sugar sweet

song hid

between bitter lies.

Boy, where did I go wrong?

poetry

Pages and Pages- a poem

Day by day

she looses herself

in literature

and

rhyme

between

pages

and pages

of happier days

she may find

on earth

instead of her fingertips.

poetry

Find Me There- a poem

Find me where

the stories

lay continuously flowing

through my veins.

A cup of tea

to wash all of the

silence away.

The words

won’t write

themselves

I say.

 

The words cannot wait

another day.

Find me where

the stacks of

books are high

enough to reach

the clouds.

 

Inspiration for

tomorrow,

inspiration for

today.