New Poetry

The strands of life pour into a life – It’s beauty and grace Seen at the close of day – Honour, endevour, charity: The modest pride of a life lived in goodness. It is night, winter And I repose at last in my pleasant lair, alone. Sign in to see full entry.

seven stars hark the angels sing - i would wish for the divine around that time... ever sense the ever life - i mist the window in that: how many can you since the sky is a dish of grapes? I whistfully sense to be is not a sense - never has the light sang of drunken shores of beer... whist is a... Sign in to see full entry.

If a flower could speak it would utter words of peace and beauty – flowers do speak, their language a parade of light. I sit before a host of daisies who sing of love as well as angels. the candlelight reminds me that love is near: that warmth is good - that my heart is warm. the candlelight tells... Sign in to see full entry.

Nights of peace Nights of time – I love these times, Wherein I travel the vale of night to a thousand stories. The luxury of these times is in their fullness. I travel the vale of dark in search of love and find treasure. The night is about me – a thousand stars sing. The month grows magnificent and... Sign in to see full entry.

The days come down To this - Finding that to sit in A silent room is best. My soul feeds and Rejoices at the peace - I lay contented And simply enjoy. Sign in to see full entry.

'... whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praise worthy - think about such things...' Philippians 4:8 '... strength alone... Is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn, Darkness, and worms, and... Sign in to see full entry.

depressive days given to waste and pain – I plough through it knowing this ship will not cease – I come to a day of sunshine and smile triumphant. Sign in to see full entry.

In these days You have to Catch the beauty That falls and Spreads in Isolated places. You have to Find the gentleness And peace – In these days Of endless strife Beauty must be found. Keats A falling waterfall Of crystal words The breath of country The sun on high The quiet stream – A lover’s glance... Sign in to see full entry.

don't try just be. Sign in to see full entry.

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