Poetry Pages

Whisper to me wind Breathe into me relief from my sin Sanctify the desperation I have left And replenish the little life that has kept Move my soul to a better home Where words have a nicer story to be told Make shadows of demons My heart has lost room for them to grow They dwell deep inside called...

Alone in the garden there stood a young rose. It grew right up underneath a little girl's toes. She almost stepped on it, but then she froze, And leaned over to smell it with her powder puff nose. With an inquiring mind she had to know, She asked the flower, "why alone do you grow?" It replied, "I h...

I love when I read it, I could actually picture it happening and feel it.

I like it.

I liked that very much, like reading a journey, with a sense of de ja vu.

You know, I had it written that way in my journal. This was the first time I'd ever copied it over anywhere, for some reason I decided to do it differently. Glad to have the input, I think next time I'll go back to the original.

To love is to forget chance, and know fate has replaced all. Memories to be held in a single glance, and to feel passion in only a phone call. To love is to day dream all night and live for the sunset of day, To be carried off on clouds already in flight, and to pleasure in the rain of May. But to ...