My Love for Poetry
The Beauty of Poetry.
Just thought that I would share a couple a my poems. Sometimes I just feel the need to express my thoughts and simple every day conversation just doesn't fill the bill. I have found that through poetry not only am I able to express what I feel more adequately, I also find other joys as well. One joy would be peace that comes from accomplishing the task of creating. Another is the friendships found when someone else is touched by one of my poems. The list goes on and on and I suppose what I am attempting to express is that I have found a love in poetry and I hope I am able to express it to you all.
ON THE DISTANT SHORES OF TOMORROW
Sailing past the crystalline moon, Carried on the winds of sorrow,
Countless dreams lay marooned, On the distant shores of tomorrow.
Anchors lifted and sails aloft, Soaring o’er the deepest blue,
While memories invade ever so soft, Beckoning feelings once so true.
Voices whisper deep in the mind, Stirring up a restless soul,
Wherein hides sheltered times, Of a love that’s grown cold.
Wishing the tide would wash the sands, Leaving a calm that could be borrowed,
Giving hope that love will land, On the distant shores of tomorrow.
IF I COULD
IF I COULD CAPTURE THE BEAUTY OF A STAR,
I’D SEARCH FOR THE MOST PRECIOUS OF THEM ALL,
BUT ONCE I FOUND THE VERY BEST,
THE HEAVENS WOULD HAVE TO HIDE THE REST,
‘CAUSE YOUR BEAUTY WOULD SHAME THEM ALL BY FAR.
IF I COULD SEND THE MOST PRECIOUS GIFT,
THE WORLD WOULD THINK THAT YOU WERE A MYTH,
‘CAUSE I’D SEND ANGELIC BLESSING,
STANDING GUARD WHILE YOU’RE RESTING,
SHARING WITH YOU THEIR ETERNAL BLISS.
IF I WERE TO ASK FOR JUST ONE THING MORE,
IT WOULD HAVE TO BE THAT THERE WAS A DOOR,
THAT ALLOWED US TO SOAR,
PAST THIS MORTAL TOUR,
AND BE UNITED FOREVER AND EVER MORE.
IF I WROTE A POEM THAT CAPTURED LOVE,
I’D WRITE IT ON THE WINGS OF A DOVE,
‘CAUSE THERE’S NOTHING ON EARTH,
THAT’S EVER GIVEN BIRTH,
WORTHY TO DELIVER THE WORDS ABOVE.
UPON THE RIVERS OF YESTERYEAR
Closing my eyes, turning my head,
Recalling the life once held so dear,
Trying to hide the tears I shed,
Upon the Rivers of Yesteryear.
Endless sorrow, pain so deep,
Rip and tear jagged gaps in time,
Currents rage, ready to meet,
The echoes harbored in my mind.
Oars braced against the drift,
Through this fog of unknown turns,
Fearful of those deadly cliffs,
Descending into the depths of yearn.
Waters rushing upon the rocks,
Creating a mist, so hard to steer,
Searching for a place to dock,
Upon the Rivers of Yesteryear.
