thank you!! countrygirl!!

An act of compassion, a choice to make,
With so many feelings, to which we forsake,
To live in dreams, desires and hopes,
Makes an uneasy heart, where emotions float,

The feelings grow strong, as we learn and we teach,
So distant they are, like a waterfall unreached,
The tempests and torments, that shatter each day,
And the yearning for comfort, as these feelings they stay,

But there comes a time, when the choices are made,
And bold must prevail, and release what has stayed,
So for those who are close, and for which must I try,
Then for you to live, part of me must die....

yes I have alot of them on here lol
go take a seek and see what you think!!

To fly so high so free in space,
Caressing clouds that have an endless form,
Soaring high in waves of solitude,
Alone and free so soft and calm,
With each beat of these open wings,
The silence comforts and eases my thoughts,
With the wind in my face, and the views of gods,
A breathtaking feeling not easy to forget,
Like a blanket of feelings, that smother and embrace,
The serenity of freedom, so alone but so pure,
An awe inspiring feeling, as relaxing as dreams,
Among the clouds I feel so alive,
Vibrant and strong yes, a gift to the soul,
Exploding each thought, that hurts but comforts,
Yet the freedom of flight, is a fix that I take,
The landscapes of beauty, as I glide so free,
‘Tis a tear I shed, on the green so innocent,
This land so lush, in vegetation so clean,
It opens my heart, to its beauty unseen,
To my brothers the birds, all who have this gift,
What essence you see, of this land we walk...

In a multitude of numbers it seems so plain,
On a garden lawn or like a field of grain,
So insignificant it stands with its brothers supreme,
With the morning dew it sparkles and gleams,

So strong and sturdy it thrives each day,
Loved by golfers who all love to play,
It is mowed relentlessly by those that love,
A beauty in landscapes rained on from above,

It is beautiful in sunlight, and moonlight as well,
With the glitter of stars and the heat of hell,
A common plant in abundance everywhere,
But if you notice it you will stop and stare,

As pastures bloom and cattle all graze,
This blanket of green makes you stop and gaze,
So soft and friendly is this carpet so cool,
If you do not see then you are the fool...

The choices we make, the choices we choose,
Of what we make them, of what we brood,
Is the decision ours, or are we just pawns,
Does influence come, from where we are spawned,

Is there something else, that makes the call,
When we are left, to rise or fall,
Is this choice simply left, to us or another,
A game eternal, played between others,

With each new path, or direction we take,
Can lead us to trouble, and to make mistakes,
But still we walk, this precarious road,
To where it ends, as it gently unfolds...

When we dream, we are relaxed and free,
Inside our dreams we have no more to see,
But when we dream within a dream,
Does this seduce reality and ease the screams,

When we see a bird as it glides with grace,
Or in a mirror we look that shows no face,
Do we leap with faith into a brand new land,
That is graced with comfort or just turns into sand,

The morning shows the tortures and trials,
And the hurdles we face like endless miles,
What we really fear does it show its face,
In the silence of dreams as they slowly surface,

The Melting Sunset


Gently it glides, through a blue silken sky,
Boiling with passion, as it slowly fries,
Unable to look away, my hands feel tied,
In awe I gaze, as you melts into my eyes,

Enchanted by warmth, beauty and fire,
You draws me so, of which I do not tire,
Seduced by your magic, in this peaceful shire,
Only a glimpse of a breeze, stops you lifting me higher,

From orange to red, to crimson in dreams,
You sigh at the end, in skies so screened,
As twilight beckons, and tired you seem,
I kiss you goodnight, for today you have beamed...

stop whining and crying
start to see your own thoughts
of writing, you know your good
and your own rhymes,
give to others there own time!
you have great rhymes and that
is true, now stop the feeling
all sad and blue,!!

I totally miss you Will!!

I like to write
is that a sin
I asked you
to be my friend
you said lets
take it slow
I agreed
and then let go
Yes I'm in love
with Will!!
his my man!!
but still
I like to write
is that a sin!
please don't start
this fight
I'll be your friend!!
for my words of poem
is from my heart
I told you I don't
do just rhymes
I understand your a
lonely man!!
but try and understand
I love to write
thats not a sin
and Yes Will
is my Man!!

i wish i could lend you my eyes for a day
so yo could see the world in my way
see all the beauty i see in you
see the joy in all that you do

i wish i could loan you my mind as well
so you could see what i cannot tell
view the world fro in my head
see what keeps me out of my bed

i wish i could give my heart too
let you feel how it beats for you
but unfortunately there is no way
because you've already taken it away

Goodmorning Will!!
And all my friends!!
another day starts!
and closer to me
being with you!!
I hope your dreams
was beautiful!
and thoughts of you
was in the air!!

If only the air again was clean
if only you would sing
if only the land was all green
if only you would dance again
if only the sky be clear again
if only time stood still ......

for if I wake
I'll be waiting you,
I'll take the thoughts
into my sleep,
and thee i'll share
a part of me
but when I wake......

thank you for sharing Guitarma, it was very good,
we all grow up, regardless of our childhood!!we
sometimes want that magic back, where santa's real
and everything looks so big!! we grow up with the
hope of love, peace, and that little whit picket fence!

sometimes life gets you down
feeling empty inside.
having no emotions
no one to confide.
the lonliness takes over
waiting for the end
your heart begins to break
never gonna mend.
then your world gets turned around
for reasons unknown
a stranger out of nowhere
an angel far from home.
your heart suddenly begins to mend
emotions begin to show
your true angel of destiny
has found his own way home.

Pale dissatisfactions block the sides,
and I see watery eyes under their curtains,
trapped in changeling dreams.
There are waves of dark intensity,
but if I fly,
I could see misfortune's face and smile.
It is despite love, my love.
Sing me a song for sleep,
and wane the winds.
I am driftwood in the sky,
uncaring of breathless space or useless ground.
There are better wings than this.

looking up at azure skies...
feeling the surge of the wind.....
listening to the sea breathe....
groping in the myth of feelings.....
trying hard to keep the illusion as it is...

lying in fields of yellow poppies....
intoxicated by the realisation of you...
its in the very core of me.....
a primivial longing in my heartbeats....
but like the mirage in burning deserts....

now i believe in the pot at the end of the rainbow....
i notice trivial details in ordinary things....
i'm looking at life through rose-tinted glasses.....
and suddenly wondering if i'm living a dream....

thank you!
I am glad you all liked it!!

thank you all!!
everyone on here is great peeps!!
I hope we all can be friends!
keep smiling
tonya