Relaxing With A Poem
There is something about morning at the beach that cannot be experienced anywhere else. The light changing from dull morning grey to bright yellow sunshine. The sound of the water as it laps the sand. The feel of cool sand on your feet. The fresh smell of a breeze coming off the water. The sun rising large and golden over the water offering new possibilities, each morning as different as the people who rise to face the new day.
Put yourself in an Adirondack and relax with a poem. Smokey doesn't bite.
Whispers
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Each breath I take
Whispers your name
Like a silent sentry
Guarding my heart
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You
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I was lonely
Living alone
Until I met you
I didn’t know why
You fill me
Like no one ever has
You took over my heart
Like a vacant room
And made it yours
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Mornings Are Special
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I love you most in the morning
When your smile outshines the sun
And our hearts beat to the same music
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Words Of Love
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The words don’t seem to come
When I need them
When I am with you
They come in the quiet times
When I’m alone
I could shout them to the trees
And listen to them
Filter through the breeze
I could say them to the walls
And watch them bounce around
The empty room
Or I could write them down
The words that come from my heart
And give them to you
Hoping to see the love I feel
Reflected in your eyes
As you read them
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Comments
AUTHORhoneybee2u,
You are a very lucky woman. Morning at the beach is my favorite time of life.
This is so beautiful poetry. Where I live, in the beautiful islands of the Pacific, I experience what you described in you beginning paragraph everyday.
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Randy, Nice writing. Thanks for reading.
But of course the words wait, like morning glories when they have you to themselves, perhaps in the dawn to reveal themselves. Anything else would be to common everyday flower.
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epigramman, Can't beat adirondacks and warm weather. Add a poem and a view, wow you got it made.
..yes I could sit back and relax on one of your nice deck chairs (I have a similar set-up on my deck which faces Lake Erie, in Ontario, Canada - and I live roughly 150 feet or so away from the greatest view of the lake itself with my two cats Mister Gabriel and Little Miss Tiffy in my cottage) and enjoy your poetry readings anyday ....and you have the poetic recipe down pat - always write from your heart and the mind will follow.
So nice to meet with you and yes we are finally getting some Florida-like weather up here after a long and cold winter.
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Pamela,
Thank you for the nice comment.
How lovely -- and original.
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Peggy W, yes she was. It is great to have someone to write about.
Your loved one as she reads this must be so very pleased! Lovely poem and glad to hear that "Smokey doesn't bite." :-) Rated beautiful!
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Brandytanner, Genna East, Seeker7, Paradise7, thanks for your lovely comments.
Oh, lovely! Thank you!
I can't write poetry - well at least not well. But I do enjoy reading a very talented poet - you are certainly that. Thoroughly enjoyed your work here! Beautiful.
"Each breath I take
Whispers your name
Like a silent sentry
Guarding my heart..."
Just beautiful!
I could relax with a poem. I love poetry and write some myself.
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