Nightmares come and go and Yet my mind remains - Loves come and go and Yet my heart remains though somewhat tattered - Religions come and go and Yet my soul remains though somewhat tattered Sometimes Stronger, Sometimes Weaker - Time passes and fades away and Yet somehow I survive though no fault of my …
Category: Poetry
Sounds
A Raven's Call at Midnight's hour . . . . .A dragon's roar in deepest night . . . . .A wolf's howl at full moon A child's awe at the twinkling of Stars of bright . . . . .Somethings seem so contrary . . . . .Let all are one in Nature's eyes …
Cycle…
A friend and lover lost, and so the wheel turns, Winter to spring. Love's lost tears, Blooms into love found. A friend becomes a lover. And a heart moves on.
Echoes
My love, my dark love, Daylight fades, desire grows, Like the snake to Eve, you call to me, In the arms of another a life I sought to make, Then from darkness, desire calls and to you I belong, You call to me through dreams and sweet memories, Giving me not only pleasure but completeness, …
Cassandra’s Lament.
It is the knowing that hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul. It is my gift, my curse. This knowing before, a word or thought, is formed and delivered. It is the knowing the hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul.
Heart Aches…..
My heart aches and twists when we are apart, a lover's dilemma and the heart's lament, The distance between us an artificial wall, called circumstance... placing you here and me there and someone else in your bed.
Fire Water
Fire water fuels waiting demons waiting for release,waiting to attack and deny, deny you sanity love and companionship dredging anger, venom from all the places where you shove it Cramming vile & grotesque thoughts fermented perfectly with that one last beer..
All I want to do
All I want to do is remember remember the way it was And forget the way it is... ..
The Eyes of Man
There's something that lies inside, as seen through the eyes of man Unto the soul. A raging fire or a calming mist as seen through the eyes of man.
A Shot in the Night
A shot in the night A prayer to the heavens seemingly unanswered. <> Upon the Night He did pray <> "Understanding" he did cry <> A shot in Night And All that was Is Gone **I woke this poem in the tenth grade after my English teacher showed The Dead Poet Society; not a word …
Lucinda Rose 