No evil can befall me. Nothing can hurt my soul. His Heart of Love shelters me. Ah, God is so near To humanity’s sky And Divinity’s Smile Good and evil– They belong to my mental world, They belong to my external life, They belong to my moral summits. Good and evil I see them not […]
A poem For anyone who seeks it For anyone Who can understand A poem For all that I love For all who know and those who don’t A poem for my mother For my father Bleeding through me everyday Clinging to me everyday To believe in myself To believe That what I need is within […]
This is not yet my poem the poem of my soul & of my blood….no i still lack knowledge & power 2 write my poem the great poem i feel turning in me my poem wanders aimlessly my poem is made 2 suffer shyly in the closed room of a worthless boss idling to build […]
Poem is about saying something, But not saying it… Poem is about expressing your feeling, But just moon and stars… Poem is about telling a whole story, But it just a short poem… Poem is about revealing your secret, But remain a secret… Poem is about writing a diary, But it just a bunch of […]
Pitter-patter, raindrops, Falling from the sky; Here is my umbrella To keep me safe and dry! When the rain is over, And the sun begins to glow, Little flowers start to bud, And grow and grow and grow!
Stars which shine for you and I Open hearts, thoughts entwined. Under dappled tree cast shade Love so pure, a connection made. Lips which kiss the pain away Only you kept the demon dreams at bay Viewing the past I shall not weep Everyday the love you send I keep. by delicategirl
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to diffuse resplendent shade; was the gregariously blooming and enchantingly exuberant tree, Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to disseminate Omnipotent light; was the aristocratically flamboyant and blisteringly blossoming Sun, Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to generate rhapsodically unlimited tanginess; was the boundlessly ebullient and triumphantly undulating Ocean, […]
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you’d reach a tiny bay beyond the cape without wet feet, an easy stroll but too effete for blood as hot as ours. We watched it at full flood; a risky place to contemplate the games we planned, we […]
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. by Carl Sandburg
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines. I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth; I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight; Autumn sunsets have come to me […]
