this is such a magical poetry stop.
simply wonderful.
this is such a magical poetry stop.
simply wonderful.
Thank you my dear, vintage one day I hope to be.
GONE IN A BLINK
My mind, has gone in a blink.
All my poems, disappeared in a wink.
Don't know, since my phone when in sync.
Could they be hiding, what do you think.
Things disappear, isn't that a big stink.
I should just go, and jump in a drink.
Then maybe again, my mind could rethink.
Words in my mind, I should put in ink.
I'll be ready this time, if my phone goes on the blink.
DON'T YOU THINK!!!!
I feel that way sometimes. I think hard to try to come up with them again. That's a very good poem. Thank you very much for sharing.
INNER SOUL
The softness of your eyes, is pulling me deep inside.
Whispers I am hearing, from your soul.
As I am lying here, by your side.
The memories, reminds me of that time.
When our luv, had to run and hide.
The spilling ov, my inner soul.
When the loneliness, took control.
Secretly I am bound to you, maybe from another life.
It could be so true, into our afterlife.
Visions of your charms, luving me so strong.
Cradled within your arms, dancing to eternity's song.
Your soul I see, thru your eyes.
Tells me, we will be oh so right.
Eternally our luv will grow, shinning so bright.
Our hearts and souls, will seize their prize.
Each time we get lost, in each other's eyes.
Such an telling poem. Love it. Stay beautiful Lady V.
Thank you my dear friends, I always luv to concede to the feelings in my mind that I read.😚 luv y'all
NATURES' CRIME
All mysteries, thru out time.
Chastised, for being so sublime.
Beauty, is natures' crime.
The flowing beauties' view, effervescent is ov time.
Natures' beauty, will never be a crime.
Mother nature, owns her own time.
Visions to peruse, when taken to the prime.
Mystical finds, thru out mother natures time.
CRIMSONS' TUNE
As crimson rushes thru, glowing the hue ov the moon.
Rivers silently flow, glistening as if it was immune.
Haunting to the mind, as if it was a beautiful tune.
Shadows play to the sign, ov the crimson moon.
Blazing up above high, is the crimson tune.
INKED UPON THE PAGES
Let my words, frequently flow.
For I have, pages to show.
Memories of luvs, in the past.
With visions of those, I want to last.
Words ov content, with words ov reverent.
Always words, that carry my consent.
Words ov luv, that were beauty sent.
For I have, pages and pages to show.
Memories, ov my heart and soul.
Luv,that will forever grow.
Documented, thru out the world we know.
Inked upon, the pages I bestowed.
History, romance, decades to be told.
Ink upon the pages, carries the toll.
CRIMSONS' TUNE
As crimson rushes thru, glowing the hue ov the moon.
Rivers silently flow, glistening as if it was immune.
Haunting to the mind, as if it was a beautiful tune.
Shadows play to the sign, ov the crimson moon.
Blazing up above high, is the crimson tune.
wow. fantastic additions lady V.
keep it rolling.
your poetry stop is celestial in every way.
I love your latest poems.
Thank you my dear friend, luv you😚
I love your latest poems.
INVOKED TEARS
As I fly, playing music to your cry.
Will tears, create your fear.
Thru blinds I spy, do I hold it in.
Is it time for me to cry, or invoke the tears to stroke away.
To my dismay, many feelings come and go.
Crying is the way, to compensate for the pain to stow.
Even the anger, that's held had tow.
If time, was to pass away.
Would you then, make me say.
Will my life, ever pacify.
All those tears, for you that I have cried.
To know that when I fly, music becomes my cry.
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