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Tried for Days

I have tried for days

To put my thoughts

In wordy ways.

Yet, to finish

Seems impossible,

With days

Already full.

Pulled this way

To chase the green,

Torn that way

By demons unseen.

The paper, the pen

Just by my side,

But the words the thoughts

Have suddenly died.

Stress and life,

Bills and people,

Family, job

All leave me with strife.

To be clear again

In my ideas

Free to write

And escape my fears,

This is the current aim.

But I cannot get away

from life’s game.

 

So these words for now

Will have to do,

’cause right now

It’s all I have for you.

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So it is P.A.D. (poem-a-day) time again, and until this becomes my job, my job is my job, so I will post as much as I can. Let’s start with this entry, and we will proceed from there. Hope you enjoy.

 

 

I am still here,

For now!

For a moment,

A twinkle in the eye,

Of the Universe.

An atom, among

Uncountable atoms.

There is more

Than this shell,

This slow-moving

organic miracle.

There must be breath

and consciousness,

There must be more.

There must be light

and nirvana,

A place beyond,

This place,

A dimension

Of grace and awareness.

There must be a place

For my head..

In the universal clouds.

Thought upon thought,

Drawing us closer.

A plane

Where we are we,

And not what we see.

Snowy Mists

Where are you

In the snowy mists?

I can no longer

See you.

 

My mind remembers

But my eyes get lost

In the snow.

 

You are gone

And we move on.

Yet we always wonder

If you know….

A Sketch

dreams die with age

A Sonnet?

I am trying on a new style of poetry. I should say that it is new to me but quite old in its original form and, that form is the Sonnet. I guess there’s nothing else to say so with hope, away we go!

 

I love you more than I see you capable of.

I empty my soul; sharing all I am, freely.

You share, what you share, unequally.

She adores me, but it is not love.

 

I know I am heart and soul: caught!

I feel like you are only lightly tied

A balloon held by a child wide-eyed.

Perhaps there is a lesson to be taught?

 

I know my love, you will come to see

That a happy, loving future, is what will be.

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