Become a part of the Poetry Wall, invite your friends, and enjoy poems of people from all walks of life. Share your personal proses and help color the lives of others.
Become a part of the Poetry Wall, invite your friends, and enjoy poems of people from all walks of life. Share your personal proses and help color the lives of others.
I can't explain what you don't understand,
like why the rain falls or the feeling of walking on sand.
Its a part of me and its just what I grew to know,
its as much a part of me as my fingers or my toes.
Everything I write is a snap shot in time,
laughing out loud or being as silent as a mime,
the tears, the smiles and crushes, oh my.
My wonders from why the grass is green to the color of the sky,
my release and comfort to the good and the bad,
some is happy and some is sad.
I can't open your eyes to how much this means to me,
for your eyes are closed so this you will never see,
my inspiration and memories that dance before my eyes,
but to me this doesn’t come as a surprise,
Your heart has to be open to everything in this world we see,
but what your asking just is not me.
I love to write just as much as someone loves a favorite song,
but that won't change what I have known for so long,
the world around me and everything I feel,
my work coming to life for all of it is real,
from the beauty of the moment to the warmth of the sand-
it must truly be a loss that you will never understand.
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Gypsy Breeze
Fri, 08/10/2012 - 20:38
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Wow I gotcha
If you stiil look in I'll post my experience on the writers world with-in the world with-out. " Before you stands a Poet"
Gypsy Breeze
Fri, 08/10/2012 - 20:42
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Wrong title!
"Behind the Poet"