Poetry

I write poetry quite frequently, though this past year it hasn't been so much. I wish I did more, but I feel like I've already wrote so much. It's weird. Anyway, I have over 200 and some poems, on my website: http://www.geocities.com/bluedaisy176

Thanks,My friend for giving me the "best responce" on this - nice - topic,and good luck to You!

I have just started a discussion with some of my poetry in it, here on Mylot. I'm not sure how to link back to it but I hope this works http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/398301.aspx

I write Christian poetry and publish it on my blog. Here is my favorite that I have written so far: Sacrament Two become one with heartfelt vows; Two souls unite to share one life. They make as one a blessed home In the eyes of God, as man and wife. Two paths become one destiny; Two sweet longings now fulfilled. The infant lies in their embrace; A new born life that God has willed. Man gives himself as sacrifice As years go by and children thrive. She makes for all a gracious home Favored by the One they love. A treasure found in one beloved; The wedding song is sung again. Two are one as they renew This covenant of God and men. (copywrighted)

oh yes i like to write poetry Never Have I Fallen Your lips speak soft sweetness Your touch a cool caress I am lost in your magic My heart beats within your chest I think of you each morning And dream of you each night I think of your arms being around me And cannot express my delight Never have I fallen But I am quickly on my way You hold a heart in your hands That has never before been given away

Perhaps you want a moment for reflection Or a glimpse of someone's struggles with perfection. Even greyhounds need a clear, still light To bring them to the precipice of night. Rest here, then, where joys and sorrows blend; Yearning needs no goal and has no end. Be like a bell, and let me be your tongue: Your thoughts will toll when I've your passions rung. Nor can I know what words will strike your ears: In poems one's life transfigures what one hears. Clear words contain a silence still as glass, Horizons as remote as distant brass, Old meanings darting luminous in pools Like light caught in the blaze of well-cut jewels. All this exists like sound without a bell; So be its instrument, and listen well. Give my poems the courtesy of space; Often they need room to show their grace. Reason works quite wonderfully by day; Darkness must be grasped another way. On you the moon, with muted, mirrored beams, Now casts its lace of memories and dreams.