Rainbow
Above Sky
Water Rain poured
Loud
Colors
Here
O bright
In many ways
Appeared Sunshine and light
Soon before It's... More > shadow fades
Here In this chair of opened Eye looking out window of mine
Thee Sky even after Birds This hour both
Gone
Vast
Pale
Hash
Of a
Place
Past
Sudden Sky light
If a swan
Sang. < Less

Fineness who shall from this
Life raise a soul disappeared In many ways sadness bolts of Bones that fettered stands There... More > feet and manacled In Hand here blinded with an eye And where deaf with the Whisper of an ear a soul hung Up as 'twere In chains of Nerves and arteries and veins
Tortured besides each other Part In vain Head and double
Heart kindness who shall me Deliver whole from bonds of This tyrannic soul which Stretched upright impales me So that mine own precipice I
Go and warms and moves this Needless frame a fever could
But do the same and wanting Where It's spite to try has Made me live to let me fly a
Body that could never rest
Since this ill spirit Possessed what magic could me Thus confine within another's
Grief to pine where whatsoever
It complain I feel that Cannot feel the pain and all My care itself employs that To preserve which me destroys
Bad words out I poem. < Less

I'm a Poet
I'm Human too,
With a mind and a soul,
To make a decision,
To set a new goal.
You can't control me,
As hard as... More > you try.
I see what you're doing,
You are so slick
My Poetry,
Shared belongs to Poet
and not you
I know that I can
Develop what I love writing. < Less

Who's that old Man In the Mirror It's no one I recognize In there not that I care, for It's
Not Me I'm alive with thoughts... More > Of flowers and Birds of Nature
There's still some pulsing Through my veir wild thoughts
Of things I must share not dull Things poetry In words for all To read and stare who Is that Old Man In the mirror I don't Know, only In good light word
Still sounds apoem like good
Light I how cleaning doth Reading good Is my mood
Prevented poems awarded a Poet I am purifies, popular Misty Morning wondrous twine
Good light beauty constantly
Prayed ago settled pure kettle
Images pink and white once True and kind shadows yet More time passes silently
Outside thee goodlight
Preposterous wood cavernous. < Less

Live once I
Cherish Life mine
Feeling Days going bye:
Whence Night undivided Mist And Fog whole a Star gained
Notice... More > sensitivity shined
Bright light extremely above Thee Clouds If you come new
Dawn towards Earth I'll be There open door to rain a
Puddle my eyes winking grace
Writing poetry full filled Empty space pages on an on
Counted they Born In 83
Pursue poetic dreams or let Them trust time Is slipping
Through my Hands those words
Important grains of sand under
Covers luck how amazing vision
Strong plant grew In Life one
Day I have strength to develop
A book. < Less

It's all poetic word
Writing alot fame seems,
Writing Daily believing read
We'll new one poem counted
83 birth awaking to... More > write poetry
Wisely time: calling a Name
Peachy first Im used to learning idealizing now I am Writer thee table cleaned nice
Neated whence finish poem
Gyrate after writing Me feel
Joule too I pen moves
Settle here greater writing Sense liking biography Experience Nature poetry
Dedicated forever Indeed Earned proof MR.
Life I write study to know thou
Educate In School before done
My home work World justly
Motif told mintins bye Martinez
Approval artistic pleasure . < Less

Of mystic beauty, dreamy gift
No rounded art the lack Supplies unskilled the subtle Lines to trace or softer Shades of... More > Nature gifted I
Look Her common forms with Unanointed eyes nor mine the Seer like power to show the
Secrets of the Heart and mind;
To drop the plummet line below
Our common World of joy and Woe a more intense despair or
Brighter happy to find yet Here at least an earnest sense
Of poetic right and weal Is
Shown with a clover as deep And strong as theirs, I lay,
Like them, my best gifts
On thy shrine. < Less

Months and Months ago
When I'm there
Love In my word
Poetic Day's I've wrote
Biography stated whence I'm there I look into a... More > dream
Glass , table
My trueness
Grace talent set newness
Sure came true
Lighted good a Poet had said
Read as rhyming bye:
Peachy grown fill melloy
Loney wait my
Endless rest In gone
With faith
Time, to announce
Me poem
Aloud with applaused when
I'm there Heavenly Home. < Less

Ask me no more where Jove Bestows when June Is past, the
Fading Roses, for In your Beauty's orient deep these Flowers, as In... More > their cause Sleep ask me no more whither Do stray the golden atoms of The Day; for In pure love Heaven did prepare those Powders to enrich your hair Ask me no more whither doth
Haste the Nighttingale when May Is past; for In sweet Dividing lawn She winters, and
Keeps warm Her note ask me no More where those Star's light,
That downwards fall In dead of
Night for In your eye's they Sit and there fixed become as In there sphere ask me no more
If East or West the foundation
Builds Her spicy nest; for Unto you at last She flies, And In your fragrant sweet Violent sent love thou art Absolute sole Lord I gift Writing poetry to prove the Word we'll now appeal to no
None of all those thy old
Poet's great and tall. < Less

Three years She grew In Rainbow and shower then Nature said A lovelier flower On Earth was never sown this
Moment I to... More > myself will take She shall be mine and I will Make a sweet Lady of my own
Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and With me the Girl In my World
Of Stars In time and Heaven In
Wind and there shall feel an
Overseeing power to kindle or
Restrain She shall be poetic As the fawn that wild with Glee across the lawn or up The mountain Springs; and Hers
Shall be the beautiful balm,
And Hers the silence and the Calm of poetry insensate Things the floating Clouds Their state shall lend to Her For Her the willow bend nor Shall She fail to look even In
The motions of thee art grace That shall mold the Maiden's
Form by silent sympathy the Moon of Midnight shall be Apoem to Her and She shall Lean Her ear In many a secret
Palace where rivulets dance Their wayward round and Beauty Born a Poet. < Less