This page is dedicated to the ones that have shared their poetry with me, and given me permission to post it on my site. I want to say thank you to each one of them. As I have, they have hearts, and know how to express it in the beautiful words they have written....... |
Behind those eyes is a beautiful person, Behind those eyes she's a queen. She's intelligent and witty, Sarcastic and fun... Sensual and loving - she cares for everyone. Behind those eyes lays a heart of gold, And hands to protect it... Behind those eyes is a mind that is strong, And a will that can not be bent. Behind those eyes is a sense of humor, and a laugh so very strong. Behind those eyes is a confident woman, Who can handle it when things go wrong... These things are all good things... They make me feel very strong... But they don't make up for the outside The image in FRONT of my eyes.... The image in front of EVERYONE's eyes... The image that is so very wrong... Written by Shannon " Margarita-Mama" |
Tears of Pain ..Tears of Joy..Tears of Strife. You have now been touched by the Sweetness of life.. God gave everyone tears to shed, to know they truly cared, to use at their discretion, when someone needs a prayer... Tears are a part of healing, a bandaid for the heart, some give a little trickle, while others fall apart... Tears, a waterfall of emotions, helps to mend a broken heart, to have truly loved another, is a masterpiece of art... We cry for loss, we cry for pain..each tear is yet not in vain, each a blessed experience we have gained. Some think tears are weakness, we know this is untrue... They are really about Our strength, You and Me, through and through... About Our loving You.. And you.. And you.. And you... Written by Jeanette Diefenbaughh |
Written by my father who passed away in 1988........ Placed here with all my love...... My daughter, look at how beautiful she is, such a reflection of life to come. Look in her green eyes, she's the oldest, yet she looks so young, so unsure. She sits alone so often, looking into the sky. What does she think ? Does she know she doesn't have to live alone ? How beautiful she lets words flow, an expression of her inner beauty. I'm just her Daddy, does she know she's my angel ? Does she know I see her beauty ? Someday a man will take my baby girl from me, I must let her go. Love is a human touch, understanding heart, but a daddy's love for his daughter, is something only we can understand. Written by my father in the late 70's... |
Here I sit looking in, not allowed to look out, Shadows, oh so many are there. They begin to close in, they frighten the light away. Now it passes me by..... It's so cold, so dark..... Written by Stacey |
