Friday, March 29

Browsing: Free Verse

how do i resolve the creeping tension, the knot of pain, the sweet agony residing in my heart? i can feel its emotion welling in my throat the fear and hope and beginning throes of love — 3/20/10 – 117

your golden brilliance floods the sky with light a cacophony of photonic hues and the warmth that they convey is a balm to the aching soul that yearns for spring — 3/18/10 – 115

heartbeats and breathing with ears ringing in the quiet a soul searching the deep for a morsel of meaning till some beauty is found and the heart becomes calm while you drift into dreaming — 3/16/17 – 111 #favorite

feel the beat, rapid, insistent your heart pounding as you run feel the burn, heady and rich of consuming oxygen inside your lungs — 3/13/10 – 109

i would lose myself in your gothic spires in the mystery of your towering awe down to the foundations laid in stone that delve and dwell deep in the darkness that is not dark but rich as dark soil from whom all the fullness of glory is and springs forth in days ordained — 3/11/10 – 107 #favorite

your lips are apple sweet, rich and red and curved your locks like golden strands, catch the sun at midday and your smile is a vision to produce rapture in the soul of all who can’t help but love you — Lux – 3/10/10 – 106

i took a star from heaven i plucked it from it’s celestial field and carried it in my pocket from land to foreign land til i found a shining angel worthy of its gleaming light then i took her to my home and at my hearth she shone and wandered i the earth no more — 3/5/10 – 101

its a golden hour, a flitting flower and it blooms in the morning light then takes off on a merry flight til landing softly on the heather it makes a song of the fine fine weather and laughs for joy and merry fun and lifts its head to see the sun — 3/2/10 – 98 #favorite

its piercing, this silent sound this empty ringing left behind by the absence of bustle from a busy day. it is the echo of life, a cherished hollow a form made of the memories not to be lingered on for long lest the life that made them fade and you forget their purpose. — 3/1/10 – 97 #favorite

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