<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/KrystalMonroe429"><title>Krystal Dawn Monroe - Poetry - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/</link><description>This is a compilation of some of my more favorite poems that I have written</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/363156" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/362511" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/362281" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361783" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361433" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361212" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/359486" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/356532" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/356001" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/355616" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/363156"><title>Thoughts Collide</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/363156</link><description>“Thoughts Collide” I’m caught in talkative exposures of my minds Silly games – like a small little dog waiting to be Let out to play; my mind runs a course that I can’t Help but send somewhere else; adoptive behavior and Constant smiles on the edge of tomorrows dream. I’ve tried to capture other...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/362511"><title>Sad, But True</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/362511</link><description>"Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable." -Sydney J. Harris, Strictly Personal “Sad But True” A sweet young wife cries to sleep at night in the arms of the man who holds her dear, Crying the pain and wiping the stain of...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/362281"><title>Angel In Her Sleep</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/362281</link><description>“Angel In Her Sleep” Moonlight slides upon the sheets to caress my head again as the night slides by as a gift, Painted by the hand of a precious One I know, the One whose arms held me as I drifted to Dreams enchanted by a Father who has graced the skies with all His might, and given the Heavens...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361783"><title>Eleanor</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361783</link><description>This poem is actually about a little old lady who had free tickets to the movie theater I worked in as a kid. “Solitude vivifies; isolation kills.” Joseph Roux, Mediations of a Parish Priest, 1886 “Eleanor” The yellow glow of neon lights hit her face as she walks alone again tonight, A wobble in...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361433"><title>Dancing Butterflies and Ghost of Time</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361433</link><description>“Dancing Butterflies” Among the mist, amidst the dew, Inside the colored roses That nod their heads And sing swiftly to the breeze. Among the mist, amidst the dew, We watch the colored leaves dance, They dance to the roses sprightly tune, And the flowers slowly and quietly bloom. Inside the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361212"><title>Close To My Heart</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/361212</link><description>"Some people weave burlap into the fabric of our lives, and some weave gold thread. Both contribute to make the whole picture beautiful and unique." -Anononymous “Close To My Heart” You are there across the silent desert, and I am here alone in my wishing place, Keeping time with the gently...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/359486"><title>Who Will Stop The Rain?</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/359486</link><description>Hello all, sorry about the non-posting. I am finally connected again. It took them a week and a half to connect my phoneline, all sorts of various interesting problems. But I am back! Yay! _____________ “Who Will Stop The Rain?” Who will stop the rain in her quick-hearted flurry of rushed...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/356532"><title>"To Say Goodnight,  My Love</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/356532</link><description>"To Say Goodnight, My Love" Slowly settling in at night, the clouds tuck away at the sight of the diminishing sun. A wink of goodnight from satin stars, the brilliant moon appears for its nightly vigil on the sacred sky, Nightfall has ended, and we are left to stow away, to capture our dreams. I...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/356001"><title>"I Can't Explain"</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/356001</link><description>“I Can’t Explain” Morning slides in beneath the dawn as I awaken to the sweet beckoning of my Fathers voice. The warm, comforting sun pours into a window of sleep as I lift myself from my bed of dreams. I couldn’t ask for anymore in life than the gracious love that calls loudly to my heart as I...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/355616"><title>The Girl You Once Knew"</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KrystalMonroe429/355616</link><description>"The Girl You Once Knew" On a cold day you left me behind, in a hometown full of the demons of the past, The boy I knew, the one I loved was gone in a bustle of summer’s days, While I sat by the side of the lake and passed the nights with memories of you, As you walked down the dusty road of...</description></item></rdf:RDF>