Open Poetry #47 |
nowhere to run |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I didnÕt want her to be, I donÕt know She was the dare of the day The sun said I should take her for a ride For a woman she was But her feet were shoeless, I wanted her to be standing as tall As he mother use to Standing at the top of the stairs With her hair down, Heels, black with sensitivity I wanted her To be the shameless serenade of my dreams The conversation of the morning ease I wanted her to be, I donÕt know, An absolute truth But the farther I see her I see her eyes Like the sea holds onto the tides That hit the rocks each morning She comes to the edge These games For what, Your honest cheeks CanÕt hide your lips anymore You canÕt hide the drift Of the doors creak, anymore. |
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The_Doctors_Angel_32 Member
since 2011-01-14
Posts 337Florida, USA |
Another awesome poem. I love the way you ended this poem. i enjoyed the read!!! When the family is together, the soul is at peace - Russian Proverb |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
an interesting and insightful write...found this phrase so enchanting: "I wanted her To be the shameless serenade of my dreams The conversation of the morning ease" |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks Doctor and Steve, happy you enjoyed...take care Cheers |
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