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.

 

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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.

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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.

 

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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.

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What a Surprise

What a surprise it is

to find love

in the smallest bits

of broken glass

and empty tea cups.

Just when

my heart was

torn in two

there you are to

sew it back together

and kiss away

the pain

that once left

me when the

hearts were

the favorite

shape of the nation,

all I could

find were

broken ones.

You’re there to

wipe the tears

from my eyes

and sing the songs

I’ve never heard.

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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.

poetry

Sweet and Sound- a poem

I wish your dreams

sweet and sound

and that smile

on your lips wide.

You can choose,

you decide

which way you’d

like to go.

Downhill,

uphill,

somewhere below.

Whatever your

heart decides

lay sweet and

sound in dreams

and never wipe

the drops of ink

from your fingertips.