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morning
Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:29 am
by creaker
when the morning sun arises
shafts of golden pain piercing my eyes
forcing my shadows into a new day
scorching my tears into ash
an empty world fades into being
a barren wasteland without you
the soulless existence of nothing
but wait, that sound
soft steps approach near
grey trees become green
small flowers glisten
nature's gifts sparkle - you are here
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 8:12 am
by JonsDragonEyes
Hey Creaker. It's nice to meet you.
That is an awesome poem. Great job !!
thanks
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 8:50 am
by creaker
Thank you JonsDragonEyes for your nice words, its nice to meet you too.
This poem came to me last Thursday when I woke up, thinking of a friend.
Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 6:36 am
by 4EverMe
Very beautiful, creaker,
Thank you for a moment of calm enjoyment.
Sometimes, it's the "little" things in life that mean
the most to us...
Laughter, music, art, a good book...
and love's essence spoken to us
through the fluid words of a poem.
Re: morning
Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 2:24 pm
by I am Larry
creaker wrote:when the morning sun arises
shafts of golden pain piercing my eyes
forcing my shadows into a new day
scorching my tears into ash
an empty world fades into being
a barren wasteland without you
the soulless existence of nothing
but wait, that sound
soft steps approach near
grey trees become green
small flowers glisten
nature's gifts sparkle - you are here
I love this. The last stanza was a surprise, wonderful warm surprise. Thank you for sharing.