Don’t I know you? / You brushed me by / Then glanced away / Muted Don’t you know me? / I feigned a grin / And tripped myself / Laughing / ...
The other day I fell in love / Suddenly, surprisingly, spontaneously The kind of love that gathers critical mass / Seductively becoming …
slipping sleepless onward down / i reach to hold on tight / catch a ride to moonlight tide
one more push / and we drown again
Come. We are all invited to laugh at Love’s funeral.
Inspired by Gigi! micmac and her piece “Torn…. somehow, with effortless tears she has inspired a poem, again. About Torn…. the art work that inspired this poem GiGi writes: This a double layer of bark and a portrait of my grandaughter Angelica. / size…2928×2346 / Birgitta choose the title…thanks again Birgitta I love it. / Before ,a long time ago , they use to capture the moment in paintings.When I did that layer I had the impression to had captured the beautiful face of my Angelica forever. to comment truly matter. / See* Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems* / Words Count listed / A vast spectrum* of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. / Most all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists.
As brave as the sky she is / For she will not / Be destroyed / By the storms of mind’s whirl
A poem for Mariam Muradian Featured in / Art of Pain / Group December 2009
I’ve been trying to unravelled / unpalatable fact / unparalleled success
A raging storm out on an empty sea / heart was now a raging inferno / don’t know if your claim still stay the same / that you love me!
It’s another collabration with Neil Johnson! / I found Neil’s art “POSSESSED” awesome! Please check out Neil Johnson’s art on RB! thank you Neil
I can’t say the words, they sound too lonely / It hurts so bad when a good love dies.
And we ended. He married someone other than me.. and I did the same.. now he really is just a very sweet memory.
Fevered bodies melting the sun / Touching, entwining
The first night with a new love burns itself into your memory.. and the smile always remains..
“If Love is like a flower, / it blooms… but soon it dies….”
A poem I wrote some 14 years ago….
I walked a hundred miles to get here / And now I feel / Like I need to walk a hundred more.
being there for self
“She Unearths Me” She is someone that has done more than touch me … / She has dove into my soul / and caused a ripple effect / That …
Love with me, merge your soul with mine / Let your heart sail freely in the mysteries of love / I will love with you as though the universe…
I met my partner and soulmate John on the internet almost four years ago, and we lived a distance apart. He was having a difficult time emotionally, so I wrote this poem for him….
but your smell / still lingers / like lilacs / on my fingers
Love Poem and photo.
If he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe / like the quintessence of begin? Would it live as the moon to the sea – as preci…
I wrote this poem back in Dec. it is about wishing someone could be who I needed them to be…dreaming about love in its truest sense. this poem is a wish, I wished received.
from a fractal…....... / Here is Give Me a title / !http:/...
happy feet5 her Poetry I came upon a piece of art / a fractal I was told / and as I kept looking at it / I was mesmerized / My heart stood still / it went on hold. For as I kept on looking at this strange beauty / different things came into my mind. / At first it was a Madonna and child in the womb / waiting with love for when it was time / to hold him in her loving arms / cooing him and letting him know that everything would be fine. Suddenly the image changed / every thing began to swirl / I saw dancing and some swirling / to music that was divine / and my heart stood still / for the rhythm and its symphony came from heaven / and it beckoned me to follow / and mesmerized I didn’t want to be left behind. / What I saw was veiled emotions / with cycles of green / and as I swirled and twirled / I fell into an abyss of visual symphony. / Oh, what great ecstasy. / Isa, you painted music*
Drifting along, thoughts know no time- / Elusive vapor of the mind. / Circling the atmosphere, / Turning within some cosmic gear / That grind…
I wrote this a while back, trying to explain the ‘feeling’ of writing that which ‘just comes’.
As you speak Gods word into your day, into your finances and into your family, God will establish it.
A word from God!
We will weigh the options & the worth of love / We will look below, we will look above. / Will well turn to see if we care enough / To stand…
A thought, a poem, a verse of expression of the possibilities – of love or the end of it. . . Bridge of Sighs Image / Bridge of Sighs – Robin Trower
Dreams in quiet thinking, singing waters flow. / Bubbling over green, mossy rocks. / Under a blanket of shade of midevil days, / Away from t…
A wonderful day in the mountains or park by a lake, near a stream. Anywhere, anytime. . . / See the Art / / Time to Say Good Bye – Andrea Bocelli & Sarah Brightman Honorably Featured: / Dec. 6 Freedom to Shine /
No apology can repair
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To my poetry journal, with love. Here I sit, / pen in hand…. / scribbling whatever comes to my mind…. / upon / your pages. Thanks,...
Me comforting my poetry journal.
My hand is led away to here. / My journal. / My private place. / Without thinking, I pick up my journal. / Without thinking, I begin to writ…
I was sitting on my balcony working one night last week…...and this is what happened.
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