I have found and lost you
Among the years we once called love
Where memories lay your hand in mine
And mine upon your heart.
My decade gone with you in it
Along we played our parts
That silenced heart and mouth and mind
Which keeps us now apart.
My soul do yearn to seek in you
That once so tender touch
So forward barefoot follow in
Your barren land of love.
Violet be these hands
giving only wealth and passion
by Grace bestowed on this
In your month of bloom
and beauty His appearance will
make an ivory sound
Once seen in seasons passed
and paths walked with modesty
hand in hand.
Love lead be delicate
these fragile leaves of wisdom
build this violet spirit strong.
Eccentric in your autumn
born to rise above all mountains.
Through the skies, this hour
this flower, this violet am I.
Can anyone tell me where or which site can I get paid for writing poems? I hear there are a few sites, but I don’t now where to look or any site where I can publish a book or e-book.
Might your mind be wondered back in time
where moonlight stars filled music sky
embracing me with sweet romance
that magic moment loving place.
Take back in time my present love
you held my hand, my mind, my heart
my being belonged to you at last
the day you bend your knee and asked.
My Valentine hold on to me
the future bright we both shall see
in good, in bad, in storms to come
not counting what has all been done.
My Valentine you are each day
My Johnathon Beukes in everyway
Just a question how do you feel when your writing poetry?
I WANT TO BE YOUR…
Console my fear of your nonexistence and
Embrace me like your techno escape from
Love existing in my eyes you rarely notice
Lay down with me under velvet skies and
Play me like the keys you know so well.
Hold me, whisper to me those gentle words that
Opened your cyber craving til dawn ’cause
No-one can keep me warm except the
Echoes I hear of our yesterdays.
Tears of rain
My footsteps will follow the path
that has been laid before me
before my time you already
cleared the obstacles I could never carry.
The burdens that haunt my mind
seem so little compared to
what you have in store for me.
With your tears you cleanse
my sin and wash my dust away.
I walk this path you made for me
and make your tears my own.
With dripping clothes
I still walk on and listen
to you tears of rain.
If I could run back in time
and make a better choice
I wouldn`t let them take you
I`d hold on and make you stay.
You know that I still love
and you know I always will
I will never forget those changes
those signs that said I`m here.
Your body was still forming
yet your heartbeat was so strong
how I wish that I can hold you
and protect you on my own.
It`s almost three years since your heartbeat stopped
and I still cannot forget
I miss you and I love you
and that day I do regret.
Explain to me this horror dream
I have each day
which begins like a sunflower in a way
but ends in thick bitter cream.
Whenever the sunflower
wants to open and expose happiness
the forces of evil surrounds it with sadness
and takes away the flowers power.
Just as people take away
the strength of each other
they’ll leave you there for another
time or day.
Rotten people so-called bright
not even half like a peaceful night.
Oh, human, you silly animal
you know so little
you could be princes,
but instead you decide to be minced.
Don’t you see the days go by
so does your life cycle fly.
This is a life being lend
so why do you make such a cruel end?