Tag: fly
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Bike Ride
The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs The lone duck in…
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Sounds Like Love
What is poetry to me? It is love And everything in-between Whether it is two heart forever intertwined Or a neck colliding with a bee sting It equates to so much But at the same time it feels like nothing It unravels me like a rope With dangling cords It’s flies high like eagles It…
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On My Father’s Shoulders
Today, I saw a toddler sitting on his father’s shoulders. It touched my heart to see the glee and the excitement in his eyes. It reminded me of my Dad and the wonderful moments we shared. Fathers are so important. I don’t think western society gives them the love and recognition that they deserve oftentimes.…
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Simple Beauty
You fly on an easy breeze. Slow motion wings moving with peace. Your presence makes the moment lovely for me. Landing on leaves and grass like happiness flowing to a better place. Come near me… so I can feel the hum of your day going by slowly. No need to rush. You remind me to…
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Wind Walker
The world stands ready and willing to judge those who never knew better. Waiting on their downfall, neglecting the possibility of their rise. Hoping for disappointment viewed through their judgement eyes. But they have no heaven or hell to put the condemned in. So don’t worry about the changing faces and conversations of men. You…
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Looking For Reasons
The reasons we trust are varied and few in-betweenOvercoming feelings of isolation and heart breakFor a tomorrow that shines brighter than yesterdayYou are blue sky to me The moving white clouds of hopeful ecstasy You are the warm falling rain on worn rooftops Thoughts of you bleed into my dreams Like a hand cut by…
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Hard To Break
Thousands of miles separate distant hearts A space that missed and longed for you Is within arm’s reach but still so far away Arguments, tense conversations, childhood trauma and broken dreams Left us hurt but speechless How can a soul piece together pressure and stress that it can’t comprehend? Years of words that went unspoken,…
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The Mission of Writers
Writing is a nasty business. One minute you’re speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters…
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Separated
Separated I’m reaching out beyond the gulf That stands between you and I I’m connected to the earth and extended to the sky I’m letting my wings out to see if my spirit can really fly Our dreams float pass in torrent rivers nearby We jump in united by a red string of destiny…
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