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    10:36 AM

  • and one more

    One Touch

    With your first touch,
    I was awoken from a sleep that wouldn't end.
    Then that touch became a kiss,
    That kiss opened eyes that had been blinded by hurt.
    With eyes that could see once again,
    That kiss became love.
    And that love sustained the soul of a man,
    Who had believed love was no longer possible.
    The possibilities became endless with that love,
    As time is endless..
    With one touch,
    You brought a man back from the
    Cold darkness of death,
    And into the world of LOVE...
    3:35 PM
    • Post a comment...
      • Jennifer Harms

        i really like a guy that knows how to write some good poems...i used to write all of the time...i had over 500 poems but they all got taken by my parents when i was 16 and i had never seen them again because they thought that they were to heavy and that i shouldn be writting that way so i havent wrote sense...:(

        4 years ago

  • another from years ago

    From Darkness to Light

    From Dark to Light
    From the thundering sounds of loneliness,
    Come the sound of one held dear.
    Reaching out to rescue a sinking
    Soul from solitude,
    With words of care and of promises made
    Help create a foundation of love.
    No longer with will one small light battle
    The encroaching darkness,
    But two small flames join
    To create a power surging with hope.
    3:34 PM

  • one of my poems

    i wrote this poem years ago




    The Sounds Of Lost Love

    Once raging, the sounds of the thundering heart
    are much fainter now.
    Quieted violently by the piercing words
    of one so desired.
    Tears of depression roll
    over tattered cheeks, as the sounds of
    lost love echo throughout the
    caverns of a distraught mind.
    Wounded deeply, the soul
    sinks into submission.
    While the deathly numbness of solitude
    creeps up, overtaking the body.
    He is left to die, all alone, in
    his damp, dark world.
    The lost soul would remain just that, lost.
    Left to roam this pitiful
    merciless world forever.
    3:22 PM
    • Post a comment...
      • Delia Rimes

        I keep telling you, submit it...good job...

        3 years ago
      • Cheri Joyner

        i write poetry also and i love the way u write....

        3 years ago
      • Leslie Blankenship

        wow im impressed!

        4 years ago
      • Jennifer Harms

        i can tell that this had come straight from the heart and i am sorry for any heartache that you were going through...i hope you dont ever have to go through that agin because i know how it feels....;)

        4 years ago

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