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Welcome to Poetry's Voice! I created this blog to get my poetry into the world. Poetry has it's own voice; if you listen to it.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Midnight's Song
As Midnight comes around,
she whispers against the wind,
as a sliver of moon
hangs in the sky,
Midnight sings her song in it's light.
Until morning comes,
Midnight's song drifts in the wind,
her voice soft
and haunting,
hovers 'till morning comes.
If you listen closely
as the clock strikes twelve,
you will hear Midnight's
song soft
and haunting..
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Haunted Heart
Watching you
saunter across
the floor,
I get chills
of love,
not fear.
I watch you with
a haunted heart
and followed soul,
I can see you
through my
blinding tears.
Wishing I were
in your arms,
I watch and
wait with
a haunted
heart.
saunter across
the floor,
I get chills
of love,
not fear.
I watch you with
a haunted heart
and followed soul,
I can see you
through my
blinding tears.
Wishing I were
in your arms,
I watch and
wait with
a haunted
heart.
Look at You, Look at Me
You come everyday
unafraid
to be who you
truelly are.
I watch,
envious
wishing to be able to be
who I truelly am.
Look at you,
fearless,
look at me,
fearful.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Won't Let Them Fall
Watching you,
tears fill my eyes
but I won't let them
fall.
I watch
you walk past without
noticing my
presence.
I watch your
laughter reach
your eyes
and I can't help but smile.
I watch you everyday,
my eyes filled to the brim,
but I won't let
them fall.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Little Do You Know
Little do you know
you are all I think about
night and day.
Little do you know
I ache when
I'm away.
Little do you know
you damage me
every day.
Little do you know
I love
you.
The Storm Inside
Swirling like a storm inside me,
the anger pushes it's way
through.
Lashing out without thinking,
screaming without a
reason.
Temper flames from one
to a hundred in a split
second.
Dry skin now
soaked with constant
tears.
The storm inside
just waits to
escape.
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