SAND
How beautiful, is the sand.
That slips thru, the minds ov man.
Delicate, to the touch
Thru time, it's in a rush.
Drifting thru, the sands ov mystery.
I come unto my life, with the strides Ov history.
Castles ascend, on the visions ov men.
So let life grow, with no extent.
this is such a magical poetry stop.
Thank you my dear, with my heart I will persevere.
this is such a magical poetry stop.
WHY IS IT
Why is it...
...loneliness brings tears to our eyes.
Why is it...
...happiness brings us to say goodbye.
Could it be fears...
...from which we wish to hide.
Thru times we pacify, feelings that become archaic.
Hearts complicate, feelings that delegate.
Lonesome are our thoughts, basically.
Because, they are only with us.
Ventured they have done, coming back to only one.
Some days mundane, others days packed with fun.
Why is it...
...The tears do run.
I can relate to your latest poem. I love it.
Thank you lady Ann, glad to see our friend has come back.😚 luv you.lady
I can relate to your latest poem. I love it.
SILENT OV THE NIGHT
I lay here late at night, Listening to the sounds that echo thru.
How the silence ov the night, speaks ov things you never knew.
The sirens sing their song, as the whimsical play along.
Hidden inside the shadows, are the fears ov my mind.
Dark as the gallows, hearing is to be unkind.
Echos are hallow, in places that are benign.
How dark the sound, coming from the hellhound.
Hearing ov the voices, round and round.
Blasphemy is in hells' crown.
Whispering up, from the ground.
TIMES RHYME
Time has been, passing me by.
Life has grown, so much.
Wish that could I cry, missing it a bunch.
Tears ov mine, are oh so dry.
Life is in, a major rush.
If only time, would pass the tears.
With so many, many more years.
This it would be, giving us.
Thru life, sorrows come our way.
What I like, to do with my time.
To follows others, ov the rhyme.
Poetic views, are always good to reuse.
Time chases, some ov the tears away.
But loneliness, keeps it close to stay.
Poetic views, becomes our time.
TIMES RHYME
Time has been, passing me by.
Life has grown, so much.
Wish that could I cry, missing it a bunch.
Tears ov mine, are oh so dry.
Life is in, a major rush.
If only time, would pass the tears.
With so many, many more years.
This it would be, giving us.
Thru life, sorrows come our way.
What I like, to do with my time.
To follows others, ov the rhyme.
Poetic views, are always good to reuse.
Time chases, some ov the tears away.
But loneliness, keeps it close to stay.
Poetic views, becomes our time.
outstanding prose lady V.
Thank you my dear, beautiful they appear.
Thank you, for the compliments.
It helps me believe, I'm
TIMES RHYME
Time has been, passing me by.
Life has grown, so much.
Wish that could I cry, missing it a bunch.
Tears ov mine, are oh so dry.
Life is in, a major rush.
If only time, would pass the tears.
With so many, many more years.
This it would be, giving us.
Thru life, sorrows come our way.
What I like, to do with my time.
To follows others, ov the rhyme.
Poetic views, are always good to reuse.
Time chases, some ov the tears away.
But loneliness, keeps it close to stay.
Poetic views, becomes our time.
outstanding prose lady V.
doing right.
NATURES GHOSTS
Ghosts ov time, that pass on thru.
The moments, ov a visual quest.
Mother natures rest, prequel to the blind is true.
Haunting to my mind, shows life at it's best.
Arid is it's crest, lonely looks it's time.
Drifting is hells' prime, visual is it's test.
Ghosts ov time, do not rest.
NATURES GHOSTS
Ghosts ov time, that pass on thru.
The moments, ov a visual quest.
Mother natures rest, prequel to the blind is true.
Haunting to my mind, shows life at it's best.
Arid is it's crest, lonely looks it's time.
Drifting is hells' prime, visual is it's test.
Ghosts ov time, do not rest.
Ghosts great one Lady V 😘💝
Thank you dear lady D, I hope you are doing ok.
To a point your heart, in which is slowly mending.
Knowing in part, that it Will fully never.
Just growing dearer.
Luv ya lady😚
PACIFYING STRIFE
Flowing thru my life, pacifying what is strife.
Memories that are dear, something to entice.
Just want to runaway, somewhere that is safe.
Here I go again, finding a new space.
Memories holding their place, ill be back again someday.
Back to the human race, pacifying their disgrace.
