Wings of DestinyThroughout the passage of time, the realizations of youth’s passions are diminished.Relinquishing loves, hopes, and futures as the tragedy of death befalls them.Masses in tender years, upon the wings of destiny abandon us.We, who long for reunion, are left to mourn.We miss, wish for change, for restoration of that which we've lost.The cherished ones having departed wait for the day which will rejoin loves lost.Ascend free of worry and suffer no pain.Soar on the wings of destiny,…Read more…
I created this group then hard times fell and lost my internet. Well I am back on and hope more will join up. I know we have some great poets out there. Here is one I wrote while on "net hiatus".
The night is filled with silver ribbons
Tied in bows around the shining moon
Two people seeking what they need
Gaze at the stars strung together like beads
But broke and scattered much too soon
So I found these words on
Lilac sprays and butterfly wings
And then sat and scrawled down all these
Then gave in to your passion beneath the silver ribbon moon
Now the years pass in the dimming of the day
Love is waxing, longing to be free
Having to get married anyway
It turned out to be a necessity
Wait—was that applause I heard
From the mistress of the moon?
Or just the bumping of the logs
The breeze filled with silent silver birds
Two lives grew apart like a dying flower
He turns to me and says
“You robbed me of my shining hour”
I said “You took me for your vanity
Under that silver moon now so dour”
Love is an unanswered prayer grown colder
Now I write on wilted flowers
But my words have turned cold and sour
And the moon is fifteen years older
The silver ribbons hide behind the moon now
All alone—as I weave them in my hair
Yet I still want to believe
All your broken promises where we once sat
You must have had magic up your sleeve
Beneath the silver ribbons
Getting us to feel like that
ghosts on the frayheld captive todaythe heart of my lost lovethey prey on the edgeof a slithery ledgethat contemplates kisses and hugsbeneath sycamore treesand wobbly kneesthe ghosts gather to preythe stars cried outresounding a shoutto negate his skilled retortvanity arose from the abyssghosts feathered awaythe heart of my lost loveRead more…
Supernatural You can hear the wind blowing,and the distant motor of a carspinning wheels on the back road. The odour of the exhaustmixes with the smell of decayfrom the leaves and dying grass. You can see the setting sunas the last rays reflect the day; somewhere a dog barks. These things meant something,once, when you were alive.Now, there is just an empty rage. You’ve been adrift too long,been a wraith too long,in the cold secret shadow. You have forgottenthe touch of air on skin,the delight…Read more…
Have you ever wondered how time went by so fast? What happened in your life to make you who you are today? And are you happy with that person?
The Woman in the Gilded MirrorAs I approach the gilded mirror, the image becomes clearer.No, that cannot be, that is not me I see.In the face of the woman, I see there is not a trace of me.In her eyes, I see the lies.The tracks of her tears reflect her fears.Trapped within the gilded frame her face reveals her shame.Who is she I wonder, what secret does she hide from under.She seems older somehow, colder as she shivers at the reflection gazing back at her.I want to wander far away, as I ponder…Read more…
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