Like The Wind
Inspiration comes and goes.
Sometimes it ebbs, sometimes it flows.
There is no rhyme or rhythm here.
Sometimes it's far, sometimes it's near.
Inspiration comes and goes.
Sometimes it ebbs, sometimes it flows.
There is no rhyme or rhythm here.
Sometimes it's far, sometimes it's near.
in Change Poems
The clouds never break
Like blue waters do
On this Island of Pain.
How can I stand true?
in Wife Poems
When that special feeling
You had from yesterday
Leaves you sad and reeling,
Count on me to stay.
in Metaphor Poems
Where did all the flowers go?
Falling leaves in colors show
Spring is but a memory.
Distant dreams come over me.
in Beach Poems
Emerald hills and turquoise seas
Endless canvas brushed with trees
That sway so gently in the hue
Of watercolor azure blue
in Alone Poems
My heart is but an island
Inside this castaway.
Surrounded by the ocean blue,
I hope to sail someday.
You've gone and left me all alone -
All by myself - can't telephone.
In a world of days gone by,