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A Happy Poem-For RomanticPoet who suggested I write one for once
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A Happy Poem-For RomanticPoet who suggested I write one for once |
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SarBear Member
since 2003-06-05
Posts 205Massachusetts 
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I'm Hurting Today I Cant forget my sorrow Im waiting for tomorrow Tomorrow Will be different My world wont be so hollow My life can be bright The sun will come out The moon will shine at night I won’t keep these feelings All locked inside tomorrow is a day when I will have nothing to hide I'll just wait till tomorrow And I can be free Smile for me I'll Be happy inside I wont give up on a world That I haven't seen into I'll give someone a hug I'll give a lucky one a kiss I'll go look in the mirror And my inner beauty will show I'll lay my tears on the shelf because Its ok to be happy Sadness is no big thing to miss So I'll give up on the grief I have a life to live! Note- It may not exactly be dancing in the sunshine kind of happy but I tried! Its better than my usual dark poetry Life is to precious to take away from yourself, but what if it's one of those presents that you want put back on the shelf in exchange for something e |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
...and trying it is, but you did it. Good for you... in more than one way. -MVS You CAN make a difference: |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nice |
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RomanticPoet Junior Member
since 2003-08-25
Posts 34Florida USA |
Awesome Sweety; I knew it was in there; Remember clouds may cover the sun before the rain; but there is a rainbow when the rain is over. Thank You I feel privledged that I inspired this from your heart; I feel kinda special because of it (choking, wiping the mist from my eyes). Just don't make this the only one; this is just the spark that will ignite a passionate fire inside you, Passion is what makes us Poets; the ability to take the fire inside us and fan the flames until all around us are talking about it. Poetry changed my life; like for you it was an outlet at first; soon it became an addiction. Now it is so interwoven into my being it would seem strange without it. We Feel,We Write,We learn; We Write More |
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