Poems (Page 11)

Image Credit: "Little girl and open book" from Kevin Carden

I relish the feeling of crisp new pages,
the scent of ink in the air.

Some, may speak of enchanted places.
A handsome prince, a maiden fair.

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A woman dancing at the beach as the sun goes down over Bali, as seen from Gili, Indonesia.

Ever speaking of future,
my dreams I would share.
Oh the things I’d accomplish,
when I arrived there.

When at last I looked back,
it was then I did find,
my life was created,
one day at a time.

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A volleyball net at sunset on a lakefront beach.

I’ve never been one for long goodbyes,
feigning sentiment that’s full of lies.
Our paths separate as we reason why,
time divides and friendships die.

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Silhouettes of an electrical pole and lines with flying birds and maple leaves blown through the air, set against an orange sunset.

Dodging, darting they separate,
in playful colors beneath the sun.
Paths cross as they converge,
again becoming one.

It’s a short-lived reunion,
as their ways part once again.
United in divergence,
like leaves blown in the wind.

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An open book, with pages extended upward, lies on a light-colored wooden desk. Sparkles, light, and smoke appear to be coming from within it.

Enjoying the beauty of meter and rhyme,
a poem revealed inscribing each line.
One day I’ll be lost to the passage of time,
but dreams will live on in this poem of mine.

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A seagull flies in a cloud-covered sky.

A single droplet from the cloud,
reflecting glories all around,
begins its journey to the ground.

Silhouettes that dance with light,
are first on bottom then the side.
Two eyes pass, they open wide,
accepting all as dreams take flight.

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