She made me write again
"New love"
I was lost for years, a broken man.A man so filled with pain.No inspiration, no hope, no love.She made me write again.The world was just a Twilight place.A world of grey and rain.But out of the blue, she came to...
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Love’s Dance
"A man reflects back to the beginning of his relationship"
The silence bore a beat. The lonely sound, at last unbound. The fleeting catch of eyes, lent a desperate glare, to the sensual air. The music joins the throng. The violin committing sin. It slowly rapes your soul. That haunting...
Compass
"A small poem about a compass"
Life is a thirty two point compass, all heading in different ways. You make the choices that you do and live like this your days. Each decision leads another thirty two, because you can always then go back. But the...
You're a study in contradiction, Strong yet battling deep affliction, Hippolyte meets Euridice. You can bring the sun with a single glance, A knight would lower down his lance Your token, he would make all the world see So why...
What dream did she appear from? This Sidhe like elven sprite. She bewitches me by daytime, And each and every night. Her humbleness deceiving. She wields almighty powers. Words no longer necessary. I could gaze for hours and hours. She...
How can you just sit there, With your eyes so deep and beautiful? Lost in your thoughts, But seeing only me.Your subtle frame so adoring, The other pleasures that you bring.You are only now half naked, But your spirits flying free. You came into...
In Guildford's sweet hills, her grasses I lay. The summer was golden, a beautiful day. I was reading a book that I had not read before. When I first laid my eyes on the lovely Miss Moore. She was wearing...
If you are not there,how can I stareat the moon's crescent?If you are not present,how can the sun shine down?How will I lose this frown?What words to say?If you are away. If you are away,how can I stay alive and...
The world was dark, as black as night. I walked in shame. But in my life, glowing brightly, you just came. I knew that nothing, could ever really, be the same. On the day you met me. You took my hand and pulled...
The Lyre
"A lady buys a Lyre"
I'd been sitting in a shop window, waiting ages for a buyer. I was simply out of fashion then. I was a simple wooden lyre. My strings were plucked a hundred times, and were fastly growing worn. My music of...