I would love to see some examples of poetry. I'll be brave if you are.

Deucemoi said:
A year has gone since you went away
I sorely wish that you could stay
For all the times I tried to accept
your passing I still cry
I never understood your silent cry
but in the end I knew it was goodby
I scratched your chin and your ears
you close your eyes and lick my nose
A promise I made to keep
after I laid you down to sleep
From the begginning to the very end
memories kept dear to heart
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Beautiful.
 

Deucemoi said:
A year has gone since you went away
I sorely wish that you could stay
For all the times I tried to accept
your passing I still cry
I never understood your silent cry
but in the end I knew it was goodby
I scratched your chin and your ears
you close your eyes and lick my nose
A promise I made to keep
after I laid you down to sleep
From the begginning to the very end
memories kept dear to heart
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Poetry seems to be good for our grief.
 
The ghost walks softly,
with the whisper of footsteps.
My memory awakens.
A dream and a promise
Of golden light,
Warmth beyond measure
Riches of the heart
Treasures of the soul.

My heart beats fragile wings
against the cold dim rays.
Your voice touches the wind
like the sigh of long-ago.

I called; You came.
I left; You stayed.
We met
and parted.

The stars fade from view
Like water on stone.
Silk and steel,
We are bound together like lovers.
Infinitely apart
Forever connected.
 

Lethe200 said:
The ghost walks softly,
with the whisper of footsteps.
My memory awakens.
A dream and a promise
Of golden light,
Warmth beyond measure
Riches of the heart
Treasures of the soul.

My heart beats fragile wings
against the cold dim rays.
Your voice touches the wind
like the sigh of long-ago.

I called; You came.
I left; You stayed.
We met
and parted.

The stars fade from view
Like water on stone.
Silk and steel,
We are bound together like lovers.
Infinitely apart
Forever connected.
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Nice imagery. I think I know where it is going, but not for sure.
 
Lethe200 said:
The ghost walks softly,
with the whisper of footsteps.
My memory awakens.
A dream and a promise
Of golden light,
Warmth beyond measure
Riches of the heart
Treasures of the soul.

My heart beats fragile wings
against the cold dim rays.
Your voice touches the wind
like the sigh of long-ago.

I called; You came.
I left; You stayed.
We met
and parted.

The stars fade from view
Like water on stone.
Silk and steel,
We are bound together like lovers.
Infinitely apart
Forever connected.
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"My heart beats fragile wings" Ohhh, I weep with the beauty of this poem. Thank you so much.
 
Shalimar said:
"My heart beats fragile wings" Ohhh, I weep with the beauty of this poem. Thank you so much.
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OK, here is one more of mine.

They say that its OK.
Just wait it will come with time.
But, I can't wait anymore.
You see, I'm living out of rhyme.

What alpha starts omega ends.
Infinity the final dream.
Take a ride on a light train.
Come back younger than you seem.

The world spins like it has a will.
Reality just stands still.
Am I trapped in a dream, part of a scheme?
Is there always just the here and now?

I've stood on the shore and the mountains high.
I've prayed to the endless sky.
Yet, still I stand. Hear a blind man's cry,
No nearer to the reason why.

And the days get closer,
Like the hills on a roller coaster.
Up and down, round and round,
We go, We go.
 
Uncontrolable said:
OK, here is one more of mine.

They say that its OK.
Just wait it will come with time.
But, I can't wait anymore.
You see, I'm living out of rhyme.

What alpha starts omega ends.
Infinity the final dream.
Take a ride on a light train.
Come back younger than you seem.

The world spins like it has a will.
Reality just stands still.
Am I trapped in a dream, part of a scheme?
Is there always just the here and now?

I've stood on the shore and the mountains high.
I've prayed to the endless sky.
Yet, still I stand. Hear a blind man's cry,
No nearer to the reason why.

And the days get closer,
Like the hills on a roller coaster.
Up and down, round and round,
We go, We go.
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"Living out of rhyme" very vivid
image, excellent.
 
For P, who is the poem, always.

Down the long blonde
Days of summer, those
Vanilla afternoons where
Your love pours over me
Like salted laughter, I
Remember the before of
Loneliness. The ocean
Held my tears, sang out
The hardshelled grief which
Kept me sane. Bitter
Footprints marked my loss,
I whispered at the water's
Edge, twisting my hair in
The sky, roping in the lament.
Then you came, striding across
My fear, ambushed, I burst
Into joy.
 
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Time Is

Time is the enemy.
It slips through our fingers
the tighter we grasp.
It slows to a frozen tear
as we push to go faster.

Time is a friend.
Smiles between lovers,
laughter shared,
caught forever in infinity’s coils.
Over in a moment, yet
forever alive, always new.

Love lives in Time.
My loved ones dance ahead
like butterflies on the wind.
I call but they cannot wait.
They slip away on rainbow wings
where flesh cannot follow.

All I have is Time.
It hangs on the branch
like overripe fruit,
heavy and waiting.
I must wait till it falls
and opens anew.

I await my transformation,
Dark into Light,
Silence into Harmony,
Life into Spirit.
 
I've entertained myself with words
sometimes a poem happens
nothing much profound
seems nature handles that quite well
if one observes

Veneration
Roots
Saplings
Nature’s lessons in the snow...young and old...together
struggle and ultimate rest

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